decisions many
so hard to make
thinking through time
all seems a mistake.
what I want to see
seems to go away
hands so slippery
can't hold on anyway.
a drop from heaven
turns into a storm
as troubled water flows
a story unfolds.
waiting for the sun
colours disappear
Oh turn me blind
to the soars that appear.
take me back
to the world without fear
where animals live
without spilling a tear
so hard to make
thinking through time
all seems a mistake.
what I want to see
seems to go away
hands so slippery
can't hold on anyway.
a drop from heaven
turns into a storm
as troubled water flows
a story unfolds.
waiting for the sun
colours disappear
Oh turn me blind
to the soars that appear.
take me back
to the world without fear
where animals live
without spilling a tear