The time is too short
But never too long
To reach ahead,
To project the image,
Which will in time become a concrete dream.
Another cigarette,
Another day,
From A to B,
Again avoiding C, D, and E,
'cause E is where you play the blues.
Avoiding a death
Is to win the game,
To avoid relegation,
The big E.
Drowning in the big swim,
Rising to the surface
The smell of you
That's the lowdown