Happy man, empty hands from the outside looks like a story of regret for what he could've done. And all success lay in disguise. Did a dream die young? He spoke without a shaky voice indicating he had a choice to walk down roads until he could sleep through all the noise. Opposed to work from nine to five, so he smiled and waved goodbye.
Golden locks gone gray from stress and not the age she plans too far ahead forgetting what she could enjoy today. At first to please her father's eyes. And still she tries and tries she's got gold eyes and a routine with a salary to many she appears to have everything that she'll ever need, while she weeps for better things alone she sings.
Sell all the furniture and photographs where I pretend to laugh. I need to find a feeling that will last, without it I'd rather just fall in.
No need to sleep, she only dreams about what he sees while he grows older by himself. I need someone else. If I turn to go back oh what a long way. I'd show up with a stained shirt and with dirt on my face now if my words are tied tight, I have nothing to say. Well I'm on my way back home and it's a risk I'll take.
Try to understand why she pretends to live a life of wanting more when all she needs is what he sees that everyone can afford.
Sell all the furniture and photographs where I pretend to laugh. I need to find a feeling that will last. Without it I'd rather just fall in.