Wednesday, October 24, 2007

bring back the sun...

A little white house. It’s everything we've dreamed about.
I wanted you to know: I’m hanging up my ego.
We shouldn't have to fight or worry about the bills tonight.
I wanted you to know: I want to be your shadow.
The mystery's gone so bring back the sun.
We’ll bury this hate and build it with love.
The grass wasn't greener, I found.
I wanted you to know: I dug you up a rainbow.
I know, I know I failed you.
I hope, I hope we get to sunny days again...