I sit here, confused,
thinking over what I'd lose
If tomorrow were to take it all away
If I believed,
I just knew,
as some others say they do I'd be content
that their Lord would save the day
Save the day from the night,
where the darkness hides The sight of tired eyes,
looking on a tired land
This land of ours is like a box I feel trapped and sometimes lost
I,
at times,
wish time would take me back again
Now that the buildings grow like weeds
Full of people,
intent to breathe faster than the land can feed their shrinking skins
And the rain gently falls,
leaves a stain upon the walls
And we worry about nothing at all
And the blossom that's on the trees
Is all helpless in the breeze And in the wind,
it is soon torn to shred
And the birds in the sky don't seem to fly so high
And their feathers look all withered and dead
And the rain
gently falls, leaves a stain upon the walls
And we worry about
nothing at all
Do you believe in what you read?
Don't you think that they feed you
All with tales of their own to cool your mind?
Oh, and our sun,
it never shines Through the cloud there all the time
And the green retreats before the advancing grey
And the rain gently falls,
leaves a stain upon the walls
And we worry about nothing at all