It's alright
We probably look best in the night
When we ain't even doing right
Just starting out lonely
With the feelings and the fights
It's called breaking it down
You're used to making a sound
On your way out the backdoor
With the angels coming down on the sidewalk
Sitting down they make us talk
To shy to break the ice anymore
It's like right
In the middle of pushing my dream
You get up and stand next to me
And we get on to the top of the sandbox
And my favorite people can see
They call it hanging around
I finally feel like I'm found
In a basquet of roses on a coffin
And the sound of deep blue
Filling me up with things to do
Good God I'll leave my life unto you
It's the skies
Probably looks best in the light
All the buttons are so not just right
It is the meaning of life and elation
To do the same thing only twice
Used to running around
Kings out looking for his crown
Given up at the people who loves him
But go sick of having them around
Oh, reality
Let him go with the mystery
Too shy to break the ice anymore

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