Story

The story of our lives begins and ends this way
We started out like dust until the morning came
Looking out the window we came upon a door and were led away
Much greener the grass
More orange the light
No shade for the day
Much sweeter the scent of morning's descent while our bodies sway
One two three four five six the seventh day came

The story of our lives begins and ends this way
We started out like sand until the morning came
Looking at the streets and the innocence it sweeps
There are many ways
Like walking on glass
Just hoping it cracks
It fragments and fades
It's harder than hell to keep and not tell while our bodies sway
One two three four five six the seventh day came

Simple melody makes me want to sway
Simple honesty takes my breath away

Every day is my first now and
Every day is my last now and
Every day is going faster and faster
Moving faster towards the day