Chaos & Rigidity
When you're on the way to my grave
When you're walking that way
Remember that you and I were always the same
When you're walking that way
I wonder, will there ever come a day?
Will it all make sense again in some other way?
Should we always pick apart and wonder where it started?
How does one travel lightly brokenhearted?
I hold nothing about it so close
But I can't stand to beat around the bush
I take nothing from it to heart
But I can't separate them and pull these things apart
When you walk that way
When you walk that way
I had so many things left to say
But time has come and whisked them all away
When you walk that way
When you walk that way
I hold nothing about it so close
But I can't stand to beat around the bush
I take nothing from it to heart
But I can't separate them and pull these things apart
I wonder, will there ever come a day?
When it all makes sense again in some other way?
Will we always pick apart and wonder where it started?
And how does one travel lightly brokenhearted?
I hold nothing about it so close
But I can't stand to beat around the bush
I take nothing from it to heart
But I can't separate them and pull these things apart
Autor(es): Donald Robert Wesson, Emily Wesson
