On Days Like These
Some days I feel like singing and other days I feel like screaming
It seems that these days it's become so much more easier to cry
Green and purple and blue are the colors of my soul
Mixed in with gold and fears and tiny memories
Memories of the blinding sun
And hugs in the rain
Those rain drops weren't water coming down from the sky
Instead they were tears coming from my heart
Memories of silent laughs
On days like these
Sometimes you almost remember me
I know this for a fact
The glance at somebody who's not there
My name on the tip of your tongue that never manages to escape
Oh how I wish I could write!
Words of poetry floating down onto the paper
I'd write about butterfly wings or baby smiles
I'd even write about you and me
But there was no you and me
I know this for a fact
It seems that these days it's become so much more easier to cry
Green and purple and blue are the colors of my soul
Mixed in with gold and fears and tiny memories
Memories of the blinding sun
And hugs in the rain
Those rain drops weren't water coming down from the sky
Instead they were tears coming from my heart
Memories of silent laughs
On days like these
Sometimes you almost remember me
I know this for a fact
The glance at somebody who's not there
My name on the tip of your tongue that never manages to escape
Oh how I wish I could write!
Words of poetry floating down onto the paper
I'd write about butterfly wings or baby smiles
I'd even write about you and me
But there was no you and me
I know this for a fact