Salad Daze
Step out in front of this
Leave how you entered it
Now I've lost my grip
Slipping away from our salad days
Can't catch my breath
It's right in front of me
Learn to expect
That nothing gold will remain
Take me where I can see
As clear as my dreams
Eyes wide, but not as bright
Can you see through mine?
And now I've lost my grip
Writer/s: Regress
