Tower of tumbled rocks came tumbling down,
Upon the shrine I'd made without a sound,
It only held its meaning tenuously
Balancing the past as you image it to be

You've got it made
The natural way
Of doing things works out just fine
Light the candle
Like you mean it
Take a minute for lost time

Who can count on careless love?
For bettering the self
All the books on how things work
Unread on the shelf

Think you'll build a world you've never known
A place where you can finally feel at home
You know Satan is real and he wants you to dance
Heaven is heavy, you might take a chance
A song, a life, is just a tree, oh, me

You've got it made
The natural way
Of doing things works out just fine
Light the candle
Like you mean it
Take a minute for lost time

Who can count on careless love?
For bettering the self
All the books on how things work
Unread on the shelf

Who Can Count on Careless Love?

Sam Thacker and associates. Rattles with efficiency.

Who Can Count on Careless Love?

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