We Are the Selfish Ones
MICHAEL EDWARD TIMMINS
He sits alone in his perfect shack
The lake beside him freezing
The sun no longer shining
Much past four o'clock
We are the selfish ones
We are the lucky ones
We are the needed ones
She falls asleep, the book on her lap,
All things change to something new,
Something strange
We are the selfish ones
We are the lucky ones
We are the needed ones
We walk along with my hand on your back,
The days behind receding
Forward to a day when all we love will pass
We are the selfish ones
We are the lucky ones
We are the needed ones
He sits alone in his perfect shack
The lake beside him freezing
The sun no longer shining
Much past four o'clock