John Gold Sound And Light
If your flame doesn't light but you're holding a warm red globe
If you're thinking greens and dreams in linings of Gold
Don't pay 55 for a nickel back; you're not even stoned
I believe they say; if everything were everyday...
It wouldn't make it go away
People they just wanna talk about it...
Dry their eyes, and go to bed
So as your clock tick ticks the minutes away, your cup collects drops to be full
And it's only gonna come right on time when you know you'll be strong enough to make it on your own
And as your world turns 180 degrees, take it all, and make it, oh oh oh
I'm thinkin of you; so on your way know that there remain arms that will love you
Every time you wake; know there remains a soul who still dreams you
On the other side of a memory so you know it's alright
Because I come in from the sound and light.... (x2)