Tings will seem much better in the morning light,. Things will seem much better in the morning light.. Love will be much easier to own.. Things will look much better in the pale sunlight..
I'm going back to the time when we owned this town. Down Powder Mill Lane, in the battlegrounds. We were friends and lovers and clueless clowns. . I didn't know I was finding out how I'd be torn from you.
Something in me was dying. And my heart was heavy as stone. Hard as I was trying. I never could find, find my way home. And your voice came out of nowhere.
You think your days are uneventful. And no one ever thinks about you. She goes her own way. She goes her own way. . You think your days are ordinary. And no one ever thinks about you.
The sun bleeds in. Hear the magpies sing for sorrow. It makes things better. Maybe we'll get to spread. Our wings tomorrow. If luck will let us. Can anyone fly into these grey skies?.
I walked across. An empty land. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth. Beneath my feet. Sat by the river and it made me complete.
I walked across an empty land. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet. Sat by the river and it made me complete.
I walked across an empty land. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet. Sat by the river and it made me complete.