I think its that time of the year again
Where we have nothing to lose and nothing to gain
And our life is just a little game
We try to make everything feel the same
But we're both way out in space
Trying to find the right place to sit and lay
Acknowledging everything you say
But we're waiting for that day
When the sun comes out
The snow melts away
And we're listening to memories
But I'll keep it close
Cause its over when we blink
Its hard for us to think
So we go fast
And we look ahead
I acknowledged what you said
We're in the prime of springtime
And memories are in touch
They're so soon
And its a full moon
We hear his voice
Talking about great big robbery's
And how hes M.O.N.E.Y
And the sky is sunny
The papers are bloody
But new times are coming
And we have to keep on running
Only stopping for a breath
Words written on their chests
And jewels to remember
And glasses to forget
Put them on
And we're blind then
Chocolate colored hair
Multi-colored skies
Too many broken tries
But now we're laying on the floor
Locking up the door
Opening the window
Turning on the music
And we remember how we used it
We're in the prime of our springtime
Memories in line
They're coming so soon
And outside theres a full moon
Keeping on a rhyme scheme
M.O.N.E.Y's me
Turning off the T.V
Hoping people don't see me
But this music frees me |