All the things we want to say, and all the things we want to do
Never really go to plan, and maybe it is not meant to
All the thoughts and all our fears, maybe we should not stay here
trying to be old and wise, and failing every time we try
Don't go,
watch the morning sun
spill on every one
changing into day.
Stay here,
let the light show through
who you really are
and what we might become
All the dreams and all the stars, couldn't change the way we are
Everyone can see straight through, anything that isn't true
All the colours all the sounds, tired of being lost and found
interruptions all time, lack of space but I don't mind
Don't go,
watch the morning sun
spill on every one
changing into day.
Stay here,
let the light show through
who you really are
and what we might become