Text: Quiet Company. Circumstance.

Long ago the grass was green
And the hills were capped with snow
But life wasn't better there
So I proposed, that you and me were meant for something more

Now tell me if you think I'm wasting time
On chasing some dolled up dream that will leave me jaded
Well, I'd trade my skin to be young again
And i'd bow out...

But I don't know what you want from me
Because You take it all
And I would give my eyes to
See you brood of vipers get whats coming to you

Now tell me if you think I'm wasting time
On chasing some dolled up dream that will leave me jaded
Well, I'd trade my skin to be young again
And I'd bow out graciously

But now the Good Lord's waiting
At the gates with affirmation of my demons
I would trade my skin for a little innocence
And I'd carve out my name with my bare hands

(...And the sun is shing on me again)