I found myself one day in a conversation with God
We
Two o’clock
And I’m in bed
Wasting time away
The morning just
I never claimed to be a prophet
I never missed you
So whats this one called?
So what do you wanna do
We are holding up a torch
Lit only by beliefs
Which hold
its cold outside today
the summer air has had its time
its
I give up
Said the broken man
Im out of luck, and
I close my eyes when I wish to fall asleep
But
Just a little sparkling starry night
And circle bad things we
I sing a song of love
Sing a song so lonely
When