Jetsam flotsam, my life yours
Our mistakes, closing doorsÂ
Brittle man, scarred hand
Fickle girl, turned and ran
Old dog, dying breed
No ground left to plant my seed
Jetsam flotsam, my life yours
Our mistakes, closing doorsÂ
Brittle man, scarred hand
Fickle girl, turned and ran
Old dog, dying breed
No ground left to plant my seed