I'm not sure why the lyrics I submitted were changed - twice - to a less correct version. Here are the real lyrics, as I originally submitted them:
I feel just like an open book
Exposing myself in this neighborhood
Talking to people as if I knew them well
Thinking that everyone has gone through different kinds of hell
Lately I've found myself in doubt
Asking myself what it's all about
What am I doing here? What's this leading to?
What's the point of all without you?
Well I've got promises to keep
Like a cat I know I'll land upon my feet
Each time I fall
Every now and then in dreams
By the river 'neath our tree
Leaves in yellow, red and brown
I hear you whisper in my ear
Your love belong to everyone
I feel just like an open book
A couple of words was all it took
In front of a bright white canvas
Staring vacantly now free
Against my will
A drifting vessel in the storm
Pushed around from shore to shore
I know there's so much left to see
I know I've so much left to give
But the memories remain
Yet the scars don't feel the same
Filling pages one by one
In the warmth of other suns
I'm not sure why the lyrics I submitted were changed - twice - to a less correct version. Here are the real lyrics, as I originally submitted them:
I feel just like an open book Exposing myself in this neighborhood Talking to people as if I knew them well Thinking that everyone has gone through different kinds of hell
Lately I've found myself in doubt Asking myself what it's all about What am I doing here? What's this leading to? What's the point of all without you?
Well I've got promises to keep Like a cat I know I'll land upon my feet Each time I fall
Every now and then in dreams By the river 'neath our tree Leaves in yellow, red and brown I hear you whisper in my ear Your love belong to everyone
I feel just like an open book A couple of words was all it took In front of a bright white canvas Staring vacantly now free Against my will
A drifting vessel in the storm Pushed around from shore to shore I know there's so much left to see I know I've so much left to give But the memories remain Yet the scars don't feel the same Filling pages one by one In the warmth of other suns