This house is your ownstill living aloneit don’t make you sadbut
I think it’s good to be greenthe summer is goneand spring don’t
belongthe traces are herefor long winterI miss the greenit used
to be cleanif you want to be freeplease don’t fall for mei could
be anyonebut your friendif you open the doorI’ll give a whole lot
moreI could be anyonebut your friendthe assumption is goodthough
not likelihoodand my feeling is trueI want to be livingwith
youthe truth it beginswe’re breathing it inwith shadows of
doubtin time we willI miss the greenit used to be cleanAnyone
AnyoneAnyone No no noseeing is believingthe feeling is
deceivingyou know it’s the truthwhen you find that youcan’t
talkleaving on thisall into chaosseeing is feeling isseeing is
you