Different houses, different clothes.
Different minds and different roads
Memories are all the same,
Wondering, what's the game?
Confused and lost we ask around
Help received they say they found,
A heaven waiting just for us,
So long as in their words you trust.
And so we follow blindly,
Asking, pleading, "Find me."
Hurt when we break off the line.
I'm hurt when I try to turn back time.
