this house is your own

still living alone

it don’t make you sad

but I think it’s good to be green



the summer is gone

and spring don’t belong

the traces are here

for long winter

I miss the green

it used to be clean



if you want to be free

please don’t fall for me

i could be anyone

but your friend



if you open the door

I’ll give a whole lot more

I could be anyone

but your friend



the assumption is good

though not likelihood

and my feeling is true

I want to be living

with you



the truth it begins

we’re breathing it in

with shadows of doubt

in time we will

I miss the green

it used to be clean



Anyone Anyone

Anyone No no no



seeing is believing

the feeling is deceiving

you know it’s the truth

when you find that you

can’t talk

leaving on this

all into chaos

seeing is feeling is

seeing is you