Jason Collett
These Are The Days
How can you leave me at a time like thisYou know the ocean where the sun comes upIs different than the ocean Where the sun goes downthese are the days That were never really meant to be wonwiggle your toes, can you feel your soulWinter suns you've been laying lowArrows and bows prey in the cubiclesLord I wish I was homebefore you regret the daysThat were never really meant to wonnow that the day has passed awayHere I remain true to you againThe morning breaks, it must be fateStarting over with a big finishonce again these are the days That were never really meant to be won
From Letras Mania