Testo di Pressing

Rolling off my side to start the day Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away Forward pressing For the reason I am dressing And the answers for the times I stopped to pray Searching for an ear to ease my mind And eyes that see enough to lead the blind Amd I pretending? These words we share in mending Since when did listening become a crime? Ooh Why, when I need some It seems it never comes It will be my self that I lose If it's still myself that I choose Justifying time i've spent alone To turn this empty house into a home Now undressing The reason I was pressing Was to find another piece to help me grow One more smile One more day I've silently grown wiser for this time One more smile One more day One more time You and me! We will see You and me