Say You'll Be Mine
I've been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life
Lying on the sand watching sea birds fly
Wishing there would be
Someone waiting home for me
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you
All of my life
Looking back as lovers go walking past
All of my life
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place
Would I recognize the face
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, it's telling me it might be you
So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to make
And with so much
Throwaway
Thoughts, ideas, hopes, ambitions
Sincere in declaration
Or merely token gestures?
Think for a minute...
The pressures we emphasize
Are pressures we all have to bear
And opinions and feelings we should be able to share
But are we slowly crawling up our own arse?
Has the influence drawn from positive expression
Now lost it's strength to external tips on fashion?
And if our music serves as a means of communication
Why should so much emphasis stem from competition?
Slow down and think...
Are our hearts still there?
Is enthusiasm burning?
Has integrity surpassed
The stage of reviving?