Promises do not exist
Only words I wish
Would turn into the truth
So wishes fall
With coins and all
Down the deep dark well
Oh my soul
What a damn, deep, hole
The good will rise
Darling
Good will rise
The good will rise
Sunshine
Good will rise
Dreams are little birds that heard
They need to soar far from this dark place
Into a day where gloom turns into colours
Brighter than I can say
They're beautiful oh why
Can't I be there always
And did you hear our hearts are willows?
Yes our hearts are willows
Oh our hearts are willows
That bend with the wind
Some will break
There will be no mending them
You and I are tiny pieces of time
'Till the day
we start dropping like lies
The stars our lost wishes
Little birds found down in the well
And carried across the skies