Why can’t there be just one golden tomb?
I know there are things that are true, someone, somewhere.
We rise, from out of the soul of you.
And I wish there were someone makin’ it right.
Sometimes I feel like freakin’ Sylvia Plath!
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling
An earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I’m with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right.
