Jul 24, 2007 00:10
You say:
that i'm always saying things will change, and
you say:
that i make things seem the way they aren't, but
I can't help it if i make lemonade.
you made my green turn red,
you made my world turn 'round.
its time for your red to turn green.
what should have never happened
has come back and bit hard.
turning your red against my green
only turns us against each other.
its time for windex,
its time for pain,
its time for sorrow,
its time for gain,
when i'm with you
i could swear i could fly.
its time to get you some wings of your own,
so you don't have to borrow mine.
its time for steroids,
its time for knowing said,
its time for handshakes, and
its time for bed.
turn your red to green,
let our car fly down the highway of life.
please.