Gently woven curls of gold
A mirror to my face
It's never what I thought it was
It's never too late
My eyes are all painted on
My skin is all ash
You hide behind your principles
I've got my many masks
A thousand little leaves of grass
The fox who met me on the path
Oh, and a thousand giant symphonies
I can't seem to rest
I'm flying through the colors now
I'm sitting on the steps
Of the house I grew up in
My childhood laid to rest
They said that we're all sinners
Saints with no sense
I carry one message now
Of reverence
Yes this can be our story now
This can be our song
Birds can write the chorus
And we'll all sing along
Yes this can be our story now
This can be our song
Birds can write the chorus
And we'll all sing along
