Lyrics

Up with the dawn is not like you at all, something's wrong This is a rare kind of atmosphere in our home It's easier to talk after hours when you're not so dry Then you can see more clearly what's important's alright And I believe that it will all turn out like sticks and stones More precious things they have been broken other than our bones Our only obstacle is time And time's a friend of mine... sometimes We've all suffered this way so I know how to find you These sad seconds are already behind you, don't wish more away Oh take what you can from the days that seem fruitless People are like trees - they should never be rootless... mostly anyway And I believe that it's just paper, scissors, stone We're out there every day making choices all alone The only faith we have is weak at best And we're all so sure we're not just like the rest And like they say it's all just sex and drugs and rock and roll! The only difference is that we don't have to do them all But while we're here there's always time...
Writer(s): Nat Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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