What do you want me to say,
That every night I drift away,
And settle for the spare change?
Perhaps I want a change.
That foreign concept and blurry word,
I know myself, but it seems I have failed this once, at knowing everyone else.
So as the gentle footsteps and an imaginary look back grab me for a roller coaster ride, I pull my main in hopes of a gentle landing, I pull the parachute to slow things down, and to hope that time does not drift our hearts apart.
Maybe in a different world and maybe at a different time, right now, its what you haven't done that is the biggest crime.
And as we whisper ourselves to lies, and look elsewhere for our cries, I dream and hope that one day in a foreign tongue, ill hold your hand as we look back at the silly times we had.
That every night I drift away,
And settle for the spare change?
Perhaps I want a change.
That foreign concept and blurry word,
I know myself, but it seems I have failed this once, at knowing everyone else.
So as the gentle footsteps and an imaginary look back grab me for a roller coaster ride, I pull my main in hopes of a gentle landing, I pull the parachute to slow things down, and to hope that time does not drift our hearts apart.
Maybe in a different world and maybe at a different time, right now, its what you haven't done that is the biggest crime.
And as we whisper ourselves to lies, and look elsewhere for our cries, I dream and hope that one day in a foreign tongue, ill hold your hand as we look back at the silly times we had.
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