Still In Motion - Turnover

Had to go through it to get better

Keep my blood moving to stay warm

Sent an unsure message to heaven

Don’t know what I was looking for

It’s always like that

Too clear for me to see

Fortune always comes disguised

Dressed just like me

A dozen roses by the bed

Aromatic soft and red

Another petal on the floor

When they’re all gone desire more

While the days go by

Every thing gets old

Self expression dies

When it can’t grow

Nothing on the walls

Paradise filled dream

Deep enough to hide

Somewhere in between

I have the record memorized

It must have played a thousand times

A melody that’s familiar enough to hide

Inside your head but not the kind to make you cry

While the days go by

Every thing gets old

Self expression dies

When it can’t grow

Nothing on the walls

Paradise filled dream

Deep enough to hide

Somewhere in between

Diamonds in my hand

Holding on so tight

Turn it back into

Sand before my eyes