The Forgetting Of Wisdom - The Lucksmiths

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