The Audit 歌词

Dear one What have you done Those waxen wings melt in the sun Where have you gone What are you running from You gave it away You slept through the day Sometimes we all break down When there’s no friends around You see yourself In photographs of winters past Remembering the days In your hometown Dreams, impossible dreams Those moving pictures From scripts that are scriptures To those who believe In those magazines You think they would know You reap what you sow Some days we all are blessed We sing the world to rest Until the moon shines through The broken window pane And calls you back again