wayward daughter
if you could see the morning light coming through this winter's sky
so the mystery unfolds when the black turns into gold
long time ago I had a friend who told me nothing matters
then she said, well, then again life's no laughing matter
look at all the crazy people, running in the dark against the light
look at all the crazy people, I wonder what goes on inside their minds.
I think of you and no one else, like a wayward daughter
so it seems I had to go, blood can run like water
look at all the crazy people, running in the dark against the light
look at all the crazy people, I wonder what goes on inside their minds.
if you could see the morning light coming through this winter's sky
so the mystery unfolds when the black turns into gold.