Saturday, May 8, 2010

Painting Flowers.


Strange maze, what is this place? I hear voices over my shoulders. Nothings making sense at all. Wonder, why do we race? And every day were running in circles. Such a funny way to fall. Try to open up my eyes Im hopin for the chance to make it alright.

When I wake up The dream isnt done I wanna see your face and know I made it home. If nothing is true What more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you. Woah

Throw my cards, give you my heart. Wish we could start all over. Nothing's making sense at all. Try to open up my eyes, Im hopin for a chance to make it alright.

When I wake up The dream isnt done I wanna see your face and know I made it home. If nothing is true What more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you. I am still painting flowers for you.


I heard everything you said. I dont wanna lose my head.


When I wake up The dream isn't done I wanna see your face and know I made it home. If nothing is true What more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.


I ♥ you.


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