Verse 1:
So close
I can taste the freedom on your lips
So real
I can feel your blood flow through my fingertips
I know your name, and I recognise your face
Yet you elude me as I scribe from this abrasive space
Verse 2:
So sure
I would have stepped into the life I already own
Downtown
Not wanting to accept this boy could have outgrown
This game you play, today I change the rules
This backdrop created by the homeless and self-centred greedy fools
Chorus:
Waiting for my sunshine
Pruning ideas I thought were mine
Shearing away at the years of grey
Holding the key is the labyrinth
Where truth is eclipsed by real dismay
Real dismay
Bridge:
The skills of this life we have barely acquired
Our hearts and our eyes deceived by the fear of the fire
Fear of fire
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