The nice thing about socks is that they always have a mate
You know when one is lost because it was made for another
Two by two, pairs, not ever alone, folded together
But life lived out is never that simple
The nice thing about socks is that they always have a mate
You know when one is lost because it was made for another
Two by two, pairs, not ever alone, folded together
But life lived out is never that simple