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
