Drawing Pictures

Paper people in a raging fire

Trying to keep the cold away

Talking tangled in a thorny brier

Lost, with nothing left to say

Always racing for the night to hide us

Never listening to the love inside us

No one ever told us we were wrong

No one said when love is weak

It may be getting strong

She searched for a shoulder

And mine was gone

Drawing pictures in the sand

Trying to tease the time to stay

Wishing water never met the land

To wash the dreams away

Taking turns at being friends and lovers

Hearing what we both believe from others

No one ever told us we were wrong

No one said when love is weak

It may be getting strong

She searched for a shoulder

And mine was gone