Paroles de Winter Chicago

An ordinary world A solid site at best when I'm staring out at a morning sun These things I don't need And the music I see when I'm staring straight into myself It's like life giving light Onto words that I write About how these things should be In this room, in this chair At this screen that I face My music and solitude I'll play it to you And make commands on when And where these notes should hit an empty page And it's what I will do So I can see this through Helping me in holding on We wear hearts on our sleeves This is what we all need This life in the music scene With these firends and these kids And the shows that we play All the music we call our won [~by Reckless Betta]