When the world gets colder, days get duller
The trees half empty, half in color
Never weep for sun departed
But ought to finish what they've started
When those once friends, are now estranged
When the world, the song and I are changed
I tend to smile, though heavy hearted
Perfect time to finish what I've started
Flaws make a song - just as clouds make the sky
Just as freckles and bruises have birthed the strong
A lie makes the truth - and truth makes a lie
A night makes a day - just as flaws make the song
I flew through the cloudless skies
Navy, gray and violet
I flew through the wildest storms
I flew - for I'm a pilot
I ran through the richest lands
Where the greenest trees would quiver
I ran through the desert sands
I ran - for I'm a river
I flew through the cloudless skies
Navy, gray and violet
I flew through the wildest storms
I flew - for I'm a pilot
I ran through the richest lands
Where the greenest trees would quiver
I ran through the desert sands
I ran - for I'm a river
