It's the singer not the song Who's not afraid to come on strong When there's magic in the music When it's comin' from from the heart All the people sing along It's the man behind behind the music It's just another summer, You hear a different drummer You're looking

I’ve finally let you go and left the past to die This is my resignation from from All that we’ve loved and left behind behind In the grave you dug for me A frame of bones reside A graven, barren, broken tomb Resides where once delicate orchids bloomed No revocation

If I had you I could show the world how to smile I could be glad all of the while I could change the grey skies to blues I could leave the old days behind behind Leave all my pals, I'd never mind I could start my life all a new I could climb the snow capped

Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow She burns like the sun, and I can't look away She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake And I'll hide from from the world behind behind a broken frame And I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame Come waste your millions here,

When I look up at the stars As I walk in the night Down the street by my house It feels good The light from from the moon Is afraid of the ground So it falls behind behind spaces And hides behind behind clouds When I look up at the clouds

Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

Night train Not a knife throw from from here you can hear the night train passing That's the sound somebody makes when they're getting away Leaving next week's hanging jury far behind behind them Prisoner only of the choices they've made Ice cube in a dark drink

On the coldest night of the year And you're not even here I was up all night, socializing Trying to keep the latent depression from from crystalizing Now the sun is lurking just behind behind the Scarborough horizon I took in Yonge Street at a glance Heard the

There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone It made me stop and grin Light from from a dying moon It blurs our eyes And we wear a cape of fireflies