| Live this life for you and I would push myself twice as hard
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| A guilt at work, harder than I, and
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| And it replays now, I would tell you I am sorry
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| But there was nothing I could do
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| Your Mind
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| It was our last day here as children
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| So grown up we had always asked to be, well
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| Well our wishes came true on that very afternoon
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| But our lives they did fall apart
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| Your Mind, in a holding place for the heavens
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| And as you layed there, you were cold and cut
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| I said goodbye and thought of my new start
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| I was thinking, could I have had a bigger room, or at least a dog
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| So thankful every day I never got to know
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| Your Mind
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| Your Mind
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| Your Mind in a holding place
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| And where you are you’re spinning round
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| In a room so white and grey
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| We will speak again someday
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| If you decide to open those eyes
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| As the day died, I was thinking of you
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| But then at sunset, you went to
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| And I would hope someday to let it be
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| Be like you, and sleep in peace
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| Your Mind in a holding place
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| Thank you for everyday the posicles and ice cream
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| And earthquakes on the diving board, well |
| Well, I live for you know each and every day
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| I’ll never have to suffer like you did
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| Your Mind in a holding place for the heavens |