How many times of year have you sit down
And counted your lies?
Walking the street of despair
With no surprise
Cause you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand
Running away from yourself all the time
Just cannot help
Facing the truth ain't enough
You just got to face yourself
Foolish vibrations you know
You can't understand
Come down from the cloud
And get back to the land
Cause you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand
Would you believe
Problems we all can share?
Why would you say this if I
If I didn't really care?
And how many times must I tell you
It's just not the way
Without you?
So how many times a year have you sit down?
How many is it at the end?
And if you refuse my offering
Remember you just lost a friend
Cause you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand
Cause you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand