i wore each face
i never did let it become my own again
now those go wearing thin
pick up where i had left it all
lets chase the summer into fall
let this land be a place to call my own so i can find whats left
to know where i have nearly been
who holds the map you are my friends
who gives what to me what i give to them
oh, same time blaze of memory is dying embers
now i try hard to assert it and remember
with the sun of summer comes a fading past her crooked laugh
late at night low so so so with confusion now we drive
past the landscape that we'll try to keep inside again, we'll try to hide
because the music brings me back to life
if i can sing then theres no strife
no struggle
its not meant to be this strife
sing wide, sing wide, sing wide, sing wide, sing wide..