Where will we be after the bells have rang and monotony has set We've passed the final step; alone as newly weds. Raised to believe it be the omega, but grown to find it lost its shine Help! they've screamed for many years as small regrets whisper in ears. Tempted men behave brash with little girls; while crawling wives cut trees with butter knifes. Flames appear above the heads of two lovers, but fires simmer the more they know each other.