Sept20 - Richard Swift

Calling out, can’t hear your name

Gotta get away (gotta get away)

When I go, I’ll go out alone

Everybody knows I’ll be safe in my home

Death do us part

Sickness and health

Made a plan, fixing myself

Trying not to drink from a poisoned well

Slip away, asleep in my car

All the angels sing

«Que sera sera»

Death do us part

Sickness and health