Well I know
its a long way
and i don't think about
distance when I run
its okay
and i pray
some strange
White lights you know they have no glare
and you'll find us
we are headed there
on the thorns
yeah, your pens outside we can wash them
in a paradise
don't take long
to fall from grace
i can be wrong
that wont change
oh man
she burns the tracks
gotta reach out
from inside when the passion leads
let it burn brown with the fall fields
turn the table
dont take long
to fall from grace
i come in rows
and i won't change
when its cold
ill be there for you
in the outside open
like the
im falling
through your show
let me go baby
im fallin...
im falling through your show
and why don't you let me grow
and i am falling down
and when i fall
well i know
that it's a long way
and i don't think about
distance when i run
but everything's okay
and i pray
for some strange...