Nothing Like the Sun

Well, she's walking through the clouds with a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about... Riding the wind When I'm sad she comes to me with a thousand smiles she gives to m

He looked beneath his shirt today There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide From the wound a lovely flower grew From somewhere deep inside He turned around to face his mother To show her the wound in his breast That burned like a brand But the

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one Drying in the colour of the evening sun Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away But something in our minds will always stay Perhaps this final act was meant To clinch a lifetime's argument That nothin