There is guilt behind every door And every promise is begging for more There is truth but not honest way With all the lies that you're told today
And all the trees are hiding And my diseases trying There are breezes that might keep you on But I must let you go In these breezes, they might heal your heart But you would never know
There is good behind every door And every child is begging for more There is truth but not on her way With all the lies that you're told today
And all the trees are hiding And my diseases trying There are breezes that might keep you on But I must let you go In these breezes, they might heal your heart But you would never know