same old game We dream we love we hate sometimes We're painting pictures in our minds Time moves on people change No one is the same We're fragile people
If life is still for sure Im living in all thats new the rose and the lies before me the wilder neath ahead at times I am not sure of all the things
Have you wondered my friend How this world will receive you in this place When all consider your song Under the cinnamon sun I've been there a~u~u~u
I am reaching out to you now I hope you see my silent cry My heart is aching from this pain I I want to leave this place somehow But you don?t know
How alive and well it is your name If anything you are sweeter than that sound To cry it out to sing about And wonder of it all the loving who you are
Even though the way I?m in The perfect pitch this world appears The greatest pressures of my sin don?t disappear Alive and through I had so few The
