My only option was to change my ways
to change the way I see things
My only option was to change the way
I see things way I see things
The days in the wake were
cold and golden,
always dripping honey from the
the edges of buildings
blend together
make the weather seem so severe
My only option was to change the way I see things.
I feel it.
My only fear was a change that happens
when I'm sleeping
leaves me waiting

INVIA LE CORREZIONI