there she stumbles falling to her knees
i think she tripped on reality
i have witnessed tragic comedies
that's the world in which she leads
well i would walk a million miles
to give her all that she nedds
but she would walk a million more to do what she believes
she'll have a perfect day
troubles blooming, innocence now fades
still she's dry through all the rain
there's no purpose she has yet to crave
she's like the big dog on parade
well i would walk a million miles
to give her all that she nedds
she would walk a million more to do well as she pleased
she had a perfect day
i can't figure this one out
i've no words here to explain
she'll just sugar kiss me off
she'll just have another perfect day
After this Sir Elton John played his piano
well i would walk a million miles
to give her all that she nedds
she would walk a million more to do well as she pleased
she had a perfect day
Turn Around
there floats our conversation
like clouds in our minds
we leave an open invitation
to this world we've denied
if i turn around
would that be my fault
if i turn around
would that be my loss
feel the raindrops of impression
stinging from above
what the price of this confusion
we have yet to speak of
BACK TO REFF
out of sight beyond confusion
still i'm here defining my own truth
paranoia by conclusion
what's the point if i am still missing you