Wake today, would sun give what it used to?
The day is new but your thoughts are old as the fire in you
And all the pieces you have left here to hide from
Oh, on the inside you are just like me
And have you given into this foolish game?
And are you holding on to the last of your leaves?
So give it up now relax your grip on your baby
Love is wild and follows when it's free
And have you given into this foolish game?
And are you holding on to the last of your leaves?
