(T. Chesal/R. Johnson)
She builds her life with cards
Swims with no regard
No regard to where this breeze will lead
She paints her life in stars
Never really seemed to be that far
From the life she thought she'd lead
Solo
Still remember times of grey
Drink for times of better days
Better days outnumbered
Does she read between the lines these days
It's hard to say, it's hard to say
Or does she read these lines in her own way
It's hard to say, so hard to say
Solo
So lets fill our hands with rain
Washed away the better days
Still frames holding memories
Burned the last remains
Holding tight to a picture frame
A picture frame left empty
Does she read between the lines these days
It's hard to say, it's hard to say
Or does she read these lines in her own way
It's hard to say, so hard to say
Solo
Does she read between the lines these days
It's hard to say, it's hard to say
Or does she read these lines in her own way
It's hard to say, so hard to say
(c) 2005 Broke On Payday Music.
