Wish that I could find the
words to strip you of your pain
Wish that I could offer you
some help
Wish that I knew how to make
sense once again
Wish I had a reason myself
A parade at dusk
The chrome has turned to rust
The street so silent and cold
March till dawn
The clowns will carry on
The secret slowly unfolds
If I didn't hear you I hope
you understand
If your words just passed
me by
There's a poison in my blood,
holdin' back the flood
0f tears that don't answer
why
Wish that I could tell you
how much you really mean
Wish that I could show you
my heart
Wish that I could wake up
and find it's all a dream
Wish that I could play a different
part
copyright Peter Stone Brown
(Lawn Writer Music, ASCAP)
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