Like finger paintings against foggy glass
We may fade as our time runs past
Like scissors through paper, our hearts may tear
Just not as clean, not as fair
Like a deer in headlights I didn't see it coming
I didn't think I'd still be wondering
If this could actually work
Because like newborn baby's we aren't sure what to do with our voices
So we use our actions to express our choices
And we can't always get things just the way we want them
But I always feel like I have what I want with him