It wakes me up and shakes my bones. It makes me miss my friends. You wasted days, I hung my head. I wore these blinders. So I'll hide from you, hide from you.
Did you listen to his stories?. He had some stories that would change your life. This doesn't have to be the saddest day. For we can always hold the brilliant memories.
Piece this together and it's always a fight. This puzzle's intact and you're always right. The sky could fall, the bliss of beginning replaced with an end.
A cabin built for families, not for one. These fills are solitary, lonely rivers run. Ocean crash duets with cars in canyon pass. Oh, the mountains, majestic force humility.
Sometimes a struggle builds you somehow. Tears you down, leaves you dead. Time will pass, back to life. Hand on shoulders, bigger, better. . Sunday night, tempers flair.
Grew up on a man made line. That's left me warm. Count your blessings. You're the lucky one. . The view from this window. Is frail and brittle. And I've done nothing.
It's so early in our lives. For such a waste of time. Such a waste of breath. . An' we can shake our fists in vain. Scream an' lose our voice. It's our choice.
At the bottom of the barrel. To great surprise, we found our lives, so intertwined. And when the moon lifts off. Yeah, we're side by side. . If this is my alley my memorial park.
So don't forget. In these times try to remember. The time will come. To use your voice and push your views. . So don't forget. Sometime between now and never.
This is your history. You made what you will be. Facts are of no concern. They upset your story. . The past is what we learn. It upholds your glory. Revisionist history.
Feeling tense, tired and spent. I lost my head, my sight, my nerve, life is changing. One foot can only outrun. The other one so many times, life is changing.
On a holiday slow motion sets its pace. And it makes me pray for Capricorns sweet face. Our lives get tangled up in progress falling short on life's test.