We're moving on, going strong with new ideas There's something we can all believe in We're turning back, we're on the track Going down our way And where
Long road Of premature decisions Leaving me cold With only good intentions But its you, who Takes my pain away You know its you, who Keeps me wide awake
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round And in that circle I had made Were all the worlds
We are the roses in the garden Beauty with thorns among our leaves To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed What is the reason for having roses When
My how you've grown I remember that phrase From my childhood days too,"Just wait and see" I remember those words and how they chided me When patient was
If you intend to live again Open your eyes and don't pretend You're feeling there's nothing worth believing God, if you persist you'll die like this
The still and silence is torn with violence A loud breaking sound in the night is made Hear it grow, hear it fade The sound you're hearing, the sound
Hiding out from the winter Sundays Sleeping past the crack of noon Knotted legs and a wet hair tangle How they unraveled far too soon There's a box I
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you This is the sound of what you don't need still true This is the sound of what you don't want still
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen) The burning, Burn, burn, burn, burn, turning I'm yearning, yearning Your presence is my breakthrough But all scars fade
We have known of a truth And we have known of a life And we have climbed to the top of the tree And we have screamed of a brand new liberty Come
Same old circle getting old Tell me something I don't know Can you take this lying down Sometimes you gotta shout Hey, hey, hey Whatcha wanna be Explore
Before I even start the day Before distractions even come my way Before it ever gets crazy I gotta have our time I want to be close to You So You can
There's a rule in the book that says It's got to be fun, yeah, yeah I hate to admit but my feelings have changed, yeah Everybody expects to hear a love
Oh, when I come back tonight After working all day long The things that make it right Are the things that make it wrong So when we're forced to part
9 o'clock in the evening the end of a wonderful day She lay down on the floor with her feet spread out We've been up by the stream We have seen the movin
He'll be sweatin' a whole life long just to get this right It's a work hard, hit hard struggle, it's a sacrifice It's time to blow it up, time to lock
I traced your arms as you laid spread out on the Sunday paper And looked like the crime scene of an angel ghost I heard the gate clatter to on the elevator