It's gonna be a hard day
Don't panic, don't panic
We are hanging here
I am slipping through, I am slipping through
I am slipping into the airwaves
The static's where you'll find me
And this is nothing new, you are slipping through
My fingers and into the airwaves
Into the airwaves
Time for you to think things over
Time to talk the drama down
It's not a contest of who'll try harder
Or who'll cross the finish line
And I can't live if you're not happy
I can't live if you cry,
But I can live without you if it makes you smile
And I can't wait to see you rise
And I can't wait for you to shine
But I can wait for you if all you need is time
-butch walker*
This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given up
Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of
My life is Black and White because Ive lost the love of my life so
many times that the color of my life has bled thru my tears. Will
it end? will it be full of color again? what is it that is wrong? i
kno what it is and thats because ive lost you and i want you still
i want u to be the color of my life again so heres a crayon why
dont u color away!!