Lyric The Forgetting Of Wisdom

A summer s day at my disposal
By way of apology, a proposal
I really should have realised I was wrong, wrong, wrong
Such a long, long, long time ago

It hasn t been all beer and skittles
There was some madness in the middle
I ll make us sandwiches and I ll make amends
Am I making sense?
We were good, good friends for a while

It s almost – literally – the least that I could do