Colosseum Storms Behind The Breeze
A time to go, a time to stay
A time for work, a time for play
A time to run, a time to stand and fight
The heat of day an the cool of night
I see the look in your eyes
That says we're way past our time
I should've seen it comin' – maybe
The time to loosen our ties
Don't wanna stand in your way
I'm sure we'll meet up some day
We can look back on god times
Of golden days past
Those memories will last
We don't feel storms behind the breeze
We can't see wood for the trees
The stars that shine in the sky
Won't warn us that love can just die
Won't warn us that love can just die
