All good things go by in threes
But what shall we do? There are two of us.
So should we keep on turning fortune’s wheel?
Or just give up and ignite the night?
REF:. Two paths we had to walk
Two places we have been
Too tired to drop the load
Of everlasting memories
Three times I’ve let you know,
What is my sweetest thing.
It’s playing on my mind stereo
It’s burning in my breast at 2080 degrees
Ref.:
And you smile like Mona to a small child
And you smile like Mona to a small child
