There is no slowing down When we're here on the ground Where the people walk Where it's all small talk We can do anything But we don't want to do What our parents say Well, that's just the way Nothing

I love it past the clouds When dark nights Swallow us whole And all that I can see Is the light Within your soul

She's a dancer at home in the mirror She's a singer in the shower each day Surrounded by a room full of paintings And the dreams she's been molding just like clay She's a writer in journals she carrie