Days fog, can’t see past the edge of what’s gone, but I’m hoping I’ll try. And the rain shines, and the showers and the fawns in the field arrange in my eyes, so why fight? With nature’s call around, you talk about frights in the verse of every song. You tell me what’s wrong, but what’s right? You’re seeing creation, that crushing never-ending change is so full of love. And so you’re waking to face the change in your role, and with each restless shiver you wretch from your soul, you’re asking is that something I’m not anymore? A brother to shake these broken chords ‘till they turn gold. And I tried to survive without that gold, and wondering why our exchange can never hold. Am I what’s wrong? Well what’s right? Stop trusting in demons. You’re scattered, ever-lonely buddy, but so full love. Please stop repeating your terror, you choose what you see. It’s always “what if?” and “why not?” Man, you gotta just be. Simplify, define your goals and watch them grow. Be your own true self, the you that I know. Days gone, as I peer past the edge of what’s lost. I’m starting to cry, but the rain’s fine. And the tears feel warm and my body is humming alive. In time, you’ll revive what you thought dead. You’ve stopped your own climb on the verge of every end. You tell me what’s wrong, but what’s right? Stop believing your being’s been shattered and distorted, ‘cause brother you’re so full of love. And so you’re hoping to make a change in your role, repeating mantras to find some ground for your soul. Stop asking. Is that something I’m not anymore? A brother to shake these broken chords ‘till they turn gold.
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