Swift as a wind song. sang the music of an honest bird. I waited for some contradiction. truth was ringing in your every word. and every moment since then.
Can you tell that I've been hurt so. Can you tell I wanna lay low. Can you tell that I'm a flower. Waiting for a sun shower. Can you tell that love denied me.
As I walk this hall alone I wonder. exactly why it is I'm leaving. when there's nothing there for me to return to. other than blind faith. with a lack of believing.
Well it struck me. Just this morning. I haven't got. A single thing to do. And you know. That got me thinking. Even though. I never thank it through. Uh huh, make it real.