Never finish words and
yet they stay
Looking like old fires,
gold fires That
refuse to die
Penelope,
where did you go?
Penelope,
where
have you been?
Penelope,
your name is both The door and the key to every
Lock you leave behind, behind,
behind
You
never finish words and yet
they stay
Looking like old fires,
gold
fires
That refuse to die
Penelope,
where did you go?
Penelope,
where have you been?
Penelope,
your name is both The door and the key to every
Lock you leave behind, behind,
behind
