Don't forget the painted porch,
of which a life was painted.
Don't forget the planted grass,
of which a seed was planted.
Growing, growing, growing.
Oh, the stillness of the night.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Oh, the way you tend to fight.
My life was painted for a reason,
to grow, and grow, and grow.
The way you fight, it won't work.
My life won't end tonight.
A promise is a promise,
a lie is a lie.
A dream is a dream,
a heart is a heart.
Promise me you won't lie,
take my dreams, break my heart.
Promise me, oh, promise me.
For, the way you fight me over little things..
tends to prove you wrong.
