Whistled down the road last night
Not a danger too be seen in my eye sight
Feeling less cold, less unknown.
Feeling warm and energized too the bone.
Healing the wounds with each comforting word.
The salt you use too spit not there... at the moment
Maybe you ran out of venom
Maybe you thought about heaven.
You whistle now like you saw the light.
Maybe you cleaned out the cob webs one night.
And as the crimson sky falls too its plight.
We sit together drink coffee with the glow of the TV on a Monday night.
Oh how ill miss this when your gone.
Oh how ill miss you when your gone
Falling into the TV, wasting the grains of sand
Maybe I'm learning, maybe IV touched gods hand
But I doubt its going too stay
I fear ill fade away.
And in the end its only me,
And in the end its only me.
Only me
Please help me!
Dreams are made for you,
Dreams are made for others
Dreams are maybe made for me?
But its dark and the Grey mist, poisoned my dreams
But I'm OK!
Things will change.
Things will change.
I believe!
I'm an eternal optimist, really I am!, screw the pessimists!
