All the things we want to say,
and all the things we want to do
Never really go to plan,
and maybe it is not meant to

All the thoughts and all our fears,
maybe we should not stay here
trying to be old and wise,
and failing every time we try

Don't go,
watch the morning sun
spill on every one
changing into day.
Stay here,
let the light show through
who you really are
and what we might become

All the dreams and all the stars,
couldn't change the way we are
Everyone can see straight through,
anything that isn't true

All the colours all the sounds,
tired of being lost and found
interruptions all time,
lack of space but I don't mind

Don't go,
watch the morning sun
spill on every one
changing into day.
Stay here,
let the light show through
who you really are
and what we might become