It Matters to Me
Just another vagrant in this lonesome prison of faults.
I've been torn apart and faded...
and left out in the cold.
When all this time I've taken advantage of everything
I've been chasing a dream,
feeling the breeze.
I wish I could change it all tonight.
The weakest design will fall;
the strong winds will carry on.
All alone I waited for the sunlight to clear the storm.
For a moment, the light was breaking.
And like clockwork, it was gone.
All along it was tainted; I wish this was never so.
I'm chasing a dream,
feeling the breeze.
I wish I could take you home tonight.
The weakest design will fall;
the strong winds will carry on.
Why does it stay so somber?
We almost had it all...
Here I am now, confessing my love
for everything
(and it's all in vain.)
This is my side... this is my side
of everything
(after the rain.)