Existinct
We can embrace love,
Or turn it away.
However, one day, we'll think and say:
We felt it and knew it,
but did nothing to secure it's integrity;
Left behind to lose all it's meaning.
I guess that's the way that it goes:
Just the event flow,
As a season shows,
And all living things know...
Born into a light.
Alright: a fight.
Beyond that first sign,
Easing into the game:
The pain, the fame, the blame,
And space.
Sweet days, we haze in a daze...
I guess that's the way that it goes:
Just the event flow,
As a season shows,
And all living things know...
I guess that's the way that it goes...
I guess that's the way that it goes?