My Waking Days کے بول

at night i have dreams of how it will be people look the same and say what they mean *whistling* in the back of my mind i know nothing will change wish that kept me from going but i go on the same *whistling* oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice? it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps *clears throat* well i'd rather be poor failed and undone than to live for the words of golden tongues *whistling* oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice? it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps