Friday

Singing



You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean,
Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past.
There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week,
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness.
...
Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know,
Ideas that strengthen who we've been.
It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds
From the chains and shackles that they're in.
...
Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep,
You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet.
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall.
Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all.

__Patrick Park


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