In the muddy brown water where I wrote your name. Sadly it tells me that our luck has changed. When I met you halfway to a place we call madness, With a rock in my heart, I sank in despair. In the dusty playground where I first saw your face. Like a music chair dance, we keep changing our place. Well there's nothing to hold, in a place we call madness. Where the water runs cold, then the water runs dry. How simple things seemed when I just wanted to hold you, hold you. I listen to a voice of reason while I sleep It tells me to question all the promises that I keep. When I met you halfway to a place we call madness, With a rock in my heart, I sank in despair. How simple things seemed when I just wanted to hold you, hold you.
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