Testo di Day One

Behind the glass a leaf is falling Carried by a gentle sigh A dog is walked, a lawn is watered But what am I? Forgotten A golden frame for an aching pain I'll swallow, in a quiet room While outside the flowers bloom As they would anyway The sick are brave and extra loving I'm none of that, I'm just sick and tired The children play without a warning The trees are yawning, but then its quiet A pouring rain washes away Tomorrow and its every word All its faces flaunt concern Cause what if it did? And the storm persists for many years And I'll spend my days As though it would, anyways Sometimes I get choked... Counting my prayers in a holy sense of disarray Cause I spend my days Wishing things could ever change As if they could, anyways