Got It All Wrong

Got It All Wrong - In Praise Of Folly

And you walk perfectly down the road

As I stumble behind them all

And you are perfectly you confined

To my reflective time

And I got it all wrong

And I

And I got it all wrong

We are subtly making light

Of my failing inside this all

And you are steadily you growing blind

To my indifferent eyes

And I got it all wrong and I

And I got it all wrong