I need no inspiration
to speak such simplicity...

Walking down the road
straight through the park...

A mountain of clouds
crashes upon the earth...

Soft summer winds against
the grassy green as we walk...

We walk down the aisle
to the rest of our life...

Everyday is a silent parade,
we walk down the streets...

Everyone's happy
they're having a blast...

Sitting in this empty room,
the lights are off...

My feet tumble across
the surface of a rigid...

The clouds blew over
the bright morning sky...

Down the cobbled trail,
we walk toward our...

Everyday the sun does rise,
never is it a big surprise...