文本歌词

There is a path by
Lake Bras d'
OrI never go there anymore
It's not the same since you and
IThe path is narrow over-grown
The few that thread there thread alone
A patch of land
I call my own
I planted seeds some have grown
But weeds have choked the few remains
My crop has withered in the sun
Doomed before it had begun
I thought
I read the writing on the wall
Turned out that it was just a bit of scrawl
I walked along tasting my defeat
There was a time when what was writ
Seemed to me clear and full of wit
There is a path by
Lake Bras d'
OrI never go there anymore
It's not the same since you and
IThe path is narrow over-grown
The few that thread there thread alone