Her shoes are full of mud
shes fallen so far in love...

Sometimes i think i can see distinctly
your sparkling green eyes staring at me...

Religion, the cause of
prejudice, cause of...

I believe, that everything happens for a reason...

I need to talk to someone about something.
something that i don't tell many...

At this exact
moment in time...

This room is too cold
too dense, too full...

Thinking back to being a child
and growing up in a hell...

We could sing a song
and play a pretty melody...

So lets watch the stars
pass by out eyes tonight...

I'd walk that winding road
I'd swim across that ocean...

Verse 1:
Mamma's gone crazy...