Yoav

I am not the father of 2.3,
And I am still burning to be free,
No more time too long to drive my way,
To the numbered hours at the end of the day.
What's become of you?
What become of me?
It's all, we never belonged to not be in love,
What's become of you?
What's become of me?
Our faces said, it's so hard,
Stop turning to stone.
One by, one by one,
Each like the other.
I did not dream of drifting away,
In a boat that was made without heart and mind,
And I do not mean, did he show the tie,
To leave me astray in the land where dreams die.
Working me out,
Working me in,
It's been this way for as long as we can recall,
Working me in,
Working me out,