Matthew Morgan

Lyrics

Sometimes I feel like I cannot run,
just colors fading in the burning sun,
because I keep on believing that you'll come back this way
and it carries me over into another day.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

Now a dead sweat finds me in the frozen night,
staring down at the place you should be lying.
But, a skipped heart beat will not keep its time anymore than our promises are binding.

But, we could build a little house from the sticks and stones,
and fill it up with all the love we used to know
'long time ago.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa

(whistle)

All I ever thought I needed from this life
was a vision reversed and reflected in your eyes.
But, I can't and I won't, no I can't lie to you now.
This heart won't heal itself.

But, we could build a little house from the sticks and stones,
and fill it up with all the love we used to know
'long time ago.

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa