Rock it. . When I was young. I would scream blue murder. Till I had my own way run from the family. And tell of a story to spite my elders. . Round and round, the boy in the garden.
Never had a point of view. Cause my mind was always someone else's mind. . I never had to tell a lie. Cause I left the choices up to them. Don't know why but I did.
Can you see this predilection. Rushing through my head. Was a morning full of circumstance. I was seeing red. Put my blues away. . Navigation gone astray.
Because you're so sweet. You lift up my heart. And I fall back again. But I don't know. Quite which way to turn. . The light in your eyes. Touches the sky.