Stanger than my sympathy
the worst things come from inside me
whether or not were free
the best things come from inside me.
In a field she spins around
doesnt even touch the ground
sooner or later we all fall down
it wont even make a sound.
Im on my way
Im on my way
She stares at paintings on the wall
walks down this endless hall
stays in bloom through the fall.
I can see my dreams come true
all i want is you.