after all this lasting vision, so great, so small
there is only one thing left to say

i will, i will, i will

i'm out of the woods, and into the swamp
but i will trudge on to make it through
please don't forget... promises
cat out of the bag, cos the bag is torn
words flow like water on to the page
here's the last stage, i'm making promises

i will be the one to lose
i will be the one to lose
this time

carved into the trunk of a tree, into my tombstone
i will be the one lose

this ventriloquist is feeling sick
another dummy parrots the words
but tries to keep, y'know
so i harmonize in threes and fives
pushing the sevens into last place
to save some face, to keep my promises

i will be the one to lose
i will be the one to lose
this time
carved into the trunk of a tree, into my tombstone
i will be the one lose