thinking of your private future you snatched at the trees in the starry dark green sleep thinking of your private future you think at the river and set it flowing a late fog s lifting a fast wind s rising so you turn to reflect on your brief life session slip thinking of your private future cut by the scars of timeless coming back realize the unreachable is nothing cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped god s good to the humble as the devil is to fools stop looking back in anger cause you can t change the rules believe in where you re going but don t lose your yesterdays to terrify to cry its true your life is just a game so i need a million dollars to sit on mountain tops to see the stars surround you is to see an awful lot i see the work of sinners i see the work of saints so i see the work of everyone that s ever ever been sleep without reason your laughing masks your love you ve got so many scars how does it feel deep in your heart cause when the covers blown over it ll crack up your skin so now you re drowning your sorrows in whiskey and sin live the life you love use a god you trust and don t take it all too seriously ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh