In the cruel month gray morning. I woke up freezing cold. To possibly start over. Before the day got old. . To my anger in my solitude. I had to say goodbye.
We speak out like children. Of the dreams that we chase and pursue. These rights we hold precious. Say it loud enough and it'll be true. . In the company of strangers.
In my life I've seen such things. That I wish I had not seen. But through your eyes I can let it go. When you're lying here with me. . Sunshine knocking on my window.
Do you think you have to act like you're someone else with me. Like a cover girl or a Barbie doll or a beauty queen. You'll be gone when I wake up to the Rolling Stones.