Tuesday, June 30, 2009 . 20:09
Come sit on my wall,
and we be the greatest story of them all,
tell it like you still believe it,
that at end of the century.
that brings a change for you and me
There is nothing unusual, nothing strange
its close to nothing at all,
Just a little bit older.
Just a little bit wiser,
right here right now
Peeking through my dreams,
I see it all played out.
So much to wonder, so much to bother
just let it all fall.
Why did it fill my sorrow,
with the words they borrow.
from the only place they know.
Why they sing hallelujah,
when it mean nothing to jar,
why they sing with me at all.
I just want to be with my jar,
I will just sing my own song after all.
and we be the greatest story of them all,
tell it like you still believe it,
that at end of the century.
that brings a change for you and me
There is nothing unusual, nothing strange
its close to nothing at all,
Just a little bit older.
Just a little bit wiser,
right here right now
Peeking through my dreams,
I see it all played out.
So much to wonder, so much to bother
just let it all fall.
Why did it fill my sorrow,
with the words they borrow.
from the only place they know.
Why they sing hallelujah,
when it mean nothing to jar,
why they sing with me at all.
I just want to be with my jar,
I will just sing my own song after all.