Washington Square Park Past Dreams
in small pieces of my past dreams with earth circling around me
i brush through the tall grass to see a life coming towards me
as i remember bits and pieces of the simple times now squandered
i'm starving and that's the reason for my voice traveling onward
woah oh woah oh
in my own life i have wondered if our skin is something more than
our past lives these bits and pieces of my tragic world gone under
and i'm starving for new seasons i hear the band traveling onward
woah oh woah oh
just keep it it's okay yeah it's all fine
i'll listen for your name if you say mine
yeah yeah
and we can write a page filled with upper days
now catch some sunrays
catch some sunrays
you can keep it it's okay yeah it's all fine
i'll listen for your name if you say mine
and we can write a page filled with upper days
catch some sunrays
catch some sunrays
catch some sunrays
