The Truth (David West Progressive Mix) cm4djs 0804
All our yesterday's have flown Like birds from winter shores All the memories we've known Are fragments and nothing more Our Summer years have passed us by Floating on an endless stream Made from the tears we could not cry Wrapped close in our inner dreams
All our vanities have gone Wasted so much time with them Pride the victor all along Building walls between two friends It was too high to pull it down It was too high to climb so far Now we laugh just like the clown Who reminds us what a fool we are