Yara

You pull on your gloves, take your time, tell him beat it Bud, remember which tune, that mends broken lives, hear it still beat true, heaven's a cover, when you reach that line, never sing it in blood, ahall I hum it for you, listen to the clock chime, you have nothing to rue, praise all those who scrub, lead generous lives, they'll always find love, like never want to chew, mysteries of your life, there's so much to do, hear the wind above, savour each red wine, fly like a released dove, never be frightened.