When We All Forgot

So those plans we had
well they didnt work out
that was a dream that
all but fell through
but hey it's those dreams,
those torn at the seams
that make me who I am
and turn you into you

And it's you who said it
who started the ball
not rolling, but tumbling
down the rocky old hill
that hill full of dreams
the ones torn at the seams
that ends with its wall
built by broken will

And right now I can't think
of what made me agree
what made me say yes
to the adventurous plot
for I knew it was a dream
to be torn by its seam
and I knew it was my heart
to break when we all forgot.


Words by Lisa