You teach the bad but preach the good
Like a reverberating knock on wood
Your ripples extending deep in to the soul
Who as you know had more than a clueless role


You talk too much for you and me
O midnight lover can't you see
Your life and love were never ever lost
Maybe traded and given up for little cost

You walk away yet try to stay
Amidst the comfort of warmth and day
Your memory still lingers within heart and hope
Another knot is then tied upon the rope