The Fence
it's time to live your life in present tense;
the grass is green on both sides of the fence
it's time to let yourself stop making sense;
the sun will shine on both sides of the fence
it's time to let another day commence;
the river runs on both sides of the fence
it's time to lose yourself to your pretense,
for death awaits on both sides of the fence
the grass is green on both sides of the fence
it's time to let yourself stop making sense;
the sun will shine on both sides of the fence
it's time to let another day commence;
the river runs on both sides of the fence
it's time to lose yourself to your pretense,
for death awaits on both sides of the fence