You seek a charmed life but it always turns to dust
Caught in a whirlwind to seek constant approval
The illusion that fame brings
And being loved forever
When you touched my soul
I knew everything was gonna be alright
Can I tell you how much it means to see
Oyster catchers on some lonely beach in winter?
The house on the hill with the raging log fire burning
I see through their window
They love each other still…
What you're looking for is not of this world…
The hardship that you have open your eyes…
