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I fell asleep beneath a tree |
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The one I sat underneath while I spent my day dreaming |
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Of open windows, and open doors, of the chance to run away |
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But I think I've grown enough to know there's only so |
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Between what you think and what you know |
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What you see and what you don't. |
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Everyone step outside |
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And scream with the love we felt since we were children |
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Too often we bury our hearts in treasure chests |
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And throw away the keys. |
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I once felt that it was all perfect |
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And that dreams had all become real |
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The feelings of fear and loss |
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Had all been stripped away, and cast aside |
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I've been afraid to lighten my heavy heart |
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'Cause maybe no one would understand, |
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And maybe I'll never understand |
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But I'm shedding my skin. |
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So everyone can step inside |
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And see the love I've felt since I was a child |
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Too often I forget to open up |
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And let the light in |
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And one day when all the stuff |
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That bonds and makes us something |
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Rise and falls away. |
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We'll all be perfect, x12 |
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We'll all be home. |
