I’m still staring through the snow clouds for our summer sun.
There’s a line in every song I hear about you.
All my easy answers mean nothing when the day is done;
Not a single light in the sky can show through.
There’s a line in every song I hear about you.
I imagine two lovers who are victims of circumstance,
Not a single light in the sky can show through
But both are thankful they decided to take this chance.
I imagine two lovers who are victims of circumstance
Sending telepathic kisses at dusk;
But both are thankful they decided to take this chance
Optimistic in a reality so unjust.
Sending telepathic kisses at dusk,
A letter to make it all better, a call to fix it all.
Optimistic in a reality so unjust
But exhausted from climbing each brick along the wall.
A letter to make it all better, a call to fix it all
Hiking steadily to some indistinctive aspiration
But exhausted from climbing each brick along the wall.
Dissolving into disparaging desperation.
Hiking steadily to some indistinctive aspiration,
The goal seems farther the more I quicken my pace.
Dissolving into disparaging desperation
But I am motivated to get up again when I think of your face.
The goal seems father the more I quicken my pace.
All my easy answers mean nothing when the day is done
But I am motivated to get up again when I think of your face.
I’m still staring through the snow clouds for our summer sun.
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