it's not until i saw the myriad of ways a person could be there for you
that i realized all the ways that you would never be there for me

the bridge is burning and all you can do is watch it
we have no water and everybody knows it
you're hanging by a thread and everyone can see it's wearing thin

Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, everywhere is war and until there are no longer first-class and second-class citizens of any nation, until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes.  And until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race, there is war.  And until that day, the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain but a fleeting illusion to be pursued, but never attained - now everywhere is war.

there's only a few things i've wanted to hold onto
one being the color of the sky so blue
and every feeling i've ever felt
when i was touching you

things are beautiful if you love them

if the world froze over and everybody died,
and you and i were the only ones alive
I'd say "i'm sorry you made it,
it's more than you deserve"

two years now since i've met you
and i just can't forget about you
you don't know what you do to me

your face is so contagious
it wears announcements
it leaves me breathless
i won't forget this

you look so different, how do i explain?
this whole evening's felt so strange
i guess things have changed

no one looks back on the past and remember's the nights they got plenty of sleep

i kiss the clouds on rainy days
and smile for you when the skies are gray

i guess that it's typical to cling to memories
you'll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs of a
summer long ago or a friend you used to know

don't risk anything you aren't willing to lose