Frame
I walk and I fall
Try to make sense of it all
You run and do not wait
I pray you find a path to take
The sun shines down upon my face
Even as the lightning strikes
A rainbow appears over a mountain
Showers flow down into the fountain
Can you bottle a moment?
Save it for a black Tuesday
Well I saw you strapped to your torment
Wishing for a real Sunday
Holidays are never the same
When you start to change
You look to the pictures and
The people in the frames of yesterday
I laugh when I rise
I start to open my eyes
Perceive the dawn
Consumes the night
The mid day rain
Takes away the light
Don’t wait to long
Cause it will soon be night
(Chorus)
It strikes me strange
That the sun doesn’t always shine
On Sunday
It’s kind of funny
That I don’t always
Mean what I say
Little boys
Tiny girls
Please come back and stay
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