Lay on the floor
It's nice to end the day
And things are alright
It's only that thought, it gets in the way
And is she gonna go? Or is she gonna stay?
Gonna stay here with me
And I am often confused
By the order of the things that I do
It's just an easy way to lose
Beauty, stillness, and truth
And it was grey outside
It'd been gray for days
And it makes a day long and dry
When it's grey with no rain
Grey with no rain
You know that I am often confused
By the order of the things that I do
It's just an easy way to lose
Beauty, stillness, and truth
And I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to
I'm gonna write till there's nothing inside that's not true
I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to
I'm gonna write till there's nothing inside that's not true