Living With Eyes Closed
As I sit in the coffee shop watching the world go by, I start the old pastime of people watching .
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Baker by trade songwriter by dream
As I sit in the coffee shop watching the world go by, I start the old pastime of people watching .
Roses pale as seasons change, Concentric circles move away . I have lost you like the dream , When I walked towards the day.
Why am I feeling low happy faces all around me Is it they can't see The dark and silence inside of me .
I lay foundations for castle walls Hath I to hide and live within glass rooms , Where hushed I'd graze on taken moments past and dream of eastern rise in air balloons .