there was a time i used to look into my father's eyes. in a happy home i was a king, i had a gold throne. those days are gone, now the memory's on the wall. i hear the songs from the places where i was born.upon the hill across the blue lake, that's where i had my first heartbreak. i remember it all well.
how come everything that seems so good is really bad? how could it be that it was all just nothing that we had? you're in denial, it's done babe, it's not working, it's been a while so how come it's not numb yet? this is hurting can't hide it in your smile or hide it in your arms, i can't read hands and surely not the stars.