Oh where, oh where will I be, without you?
Oh where, oh where will I be..?
Somewhere, along the way we must have all forgot to,
hold on, to the things we claim so dear
I mean, why can't, we all be friends,
and sing the songs just like we used to?
Sing the songs of green and blue
While the wrong hands, and their plans
have their ways and their abuse,
I'll be next to you,
I'll be next to you..
I could think of a million ways to say, 'I love you'
But what could ever defeat the weight of attempts, to save you?
When all these colours fade away and
the birds have nothing left to say,
then we all know...
why can't, we all be friends,
and sing the songs just like we used to
Sing the songs, sing the songs of green and blue
And the wrong hands, and their plans,
had their ways and their abuse, though
I'll be next to you,
I'll be next to you..
( I don't know whether to end it this way or not, so maybe, TBC? Any constructive criticism is love.)