Sunshine, in the heart of a thunder cloud rolls by
These days it would be a pleasing sound to hear it sigh
Sweet dreams, cause it's been hard to realize
We don't understand
These things could be easier, I know
If we weren't buried in several piles of sand
Who are you?
We've spent days, trying to find ourselves again
Most every night
And in so many ways, its been hard to truly see
Whats really wrong, whats right?
These words could be meaningless at times
I know its true
Sometimes, its the world we do not see
That keeps falling on memories made of you
Who are you?
Sometimes, its the world you do not see
That falls on you, To make it right