A season's changing every time I look around
And grace looks different when the rain comes falling down
What does it mean when all the colors fade to gray
Or the ground that we're all walking on falls from underneath our feet
Close our eyes at night and pray for sleep
And all of these expectations lay at our feet
When tomorrow comes we will chase the wind
and find out where we fit in all of this
We don't want your war,
We don't need their blood
We don't want anymore of your arrogant love
And how do I say, that I need you to love me?
And how do I know, that I can't do this alone?
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