DESCRIPTION:
This is an original song. More at: http://www.tommywallach.com

Lyrics:

I saw my name in print today and I thought to myself
I would live forever dear if only on your shelf
If all your minds are peaches I'm the worm at the rotten core
They say that once a thing's forgot it can't be forgotten more
Always fighting fate, Don't say I'm too late

But thinking of eternity's no different from holding your breath
It's like throwing down your glove in the face of lady death
She held me in her icy hand, she touched me with the tips
And said if you're not careful, boy, I'll kiss you on the lips
Then you won't sing no more, and you won't dance no more
And you won't cry

Touch all the curves, all the hearts you are able
But know all your joys are just scraps from my table
Fly, fly away; you'll be mine someday, someday

Touch all the curves, all the hearts you are able
But know all your joys are just scraps from my table
Fly, fly away; you'll be mine someday, someday

I used to dream that I would be a prince
But God Almighty have you seen what's happened since?