Peripeteia

Broken hearts made us stone, did we lose our sensitivity? You can find them all alone, watching flaming things go by You're trying to catch the break of dawn, blame it on your curiosity Eventually, your inner demons come back and out into the sun, Into the sun And we have a lot of love to give But it's not with each to all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Till I will made up so entirely And we have a lot of love to give But it's not with each to all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Till I will made up so entirely You stick around, you got it bad but no one's out there you can listen to It seems to be so hard to find the colorful state of mind Until you're trying to catch it all, blame it on your own philosophy So Eventually, your inner demons come back and out into the sun, into the sun And we have a lot of love to give But it's not with each to all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Till I will made up so entirely And we have a lot of love to give But it's not with each to all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Till I will made up so entirely Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh Entirely-e-yeah-e-eh And we have a lot of love to give But it's not with each to all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Till I will made up so entirely So entirely, uh So entirely, oh So entirely