And life becomes the bigger noise, drowning out your little voice
I've been so out of touch with the livejournal world.
Work has been good. Gina pulled in $5,300 for Parisian tonight. I'm sure I'll be running the place in no time.
I love my friends. I don't know if I tell you guys that enough. Well I do.
I constantly find myself floating between adult and child. I suppose that's one perk of college, not having to be defined on the subject. I want to be a completely responsible and mature woman, but still giggle and play and act like a general goofball if I want to.
Take me back to the time when I was maybe eight or nine, and I believed.
When Jesus walked on waters blue and if he helped me I could too
If I believed.
Before rationale, analysis, and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity.
When wonders and when mysteries were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies.
When someone else's education plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave, I'm the first to bleed
If I abandon all that seeks to make my faith informed and chic
Could you, would you show yourself to me?
Help me believe
'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing
Work has been good. Gina pulled in $5,300 for Parisian tonight. I'm sure I'll be running the place in no time.
I love my friends. I don't know if I tell you guys that enough. Well I do.
I constantly find myself floating between adult and child. I suppose that's one perk of college, not having to be defined on the subject. I want to be a completely responsible and mature woman, but still giggle and play and act like a general goofball if I want to.
Take me back to the time when I was maybe eight or nine, and I believed.
When Jesus walked on waters blue and if he helped me I could too
If I believed.
Before rationale, analysis, and systematic thinking
Robbed me of a sweet simplicity.
When wonders and when mysteries were far less often silly dreams
And childhood fantasies.
When someone else's education plays upon my reservations
I'm the first to cave, I'm the first to bleed
If I abandon all that seeks to make my faith informed and chic
Could you, would you show yourself to me?
Help me believe
'Cause I don't want to miss any miracles
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes
And I would shed this grownup skin I'm in
To touch an angel's wing