Testo Still In Motion

Had to go through it to get better
Keep my blood moving to stay warm
Sent an unsure message to heaven
Don't know what I was looking for
It's always like that
Too clear for me to see
Fortune always comes disguised
Dressed just like me
A dozen roses by the bed
Aromatic soft and red
Another petal on the floor
When they're all gone desire more

While the days go by
Every thing gets old
Self expression dies
When it can't grow

Nothing on the walls
Paradise filled dream
Deep enough to hide
Somewhere in between Diamonds in my hand
Holding on so tight
Turn it back into
Sand before my eyes

I have the record memorized
It must have played a thousand times
A melody that's familiar enough to hide
Inside your head but not the kind to make you cry

While the days go by
Every thing gets old
Self expression dies
When it can't grow

Nothing on the walls
Paradise filled dream
Deep enough to hide
Somewhere in between
Diamonds in my hand
Holding on so tight
Turn it back into
Sand before my eyes