this house is your own
still living alone
it donÔÇÖt make you sad
but I think itÔÇÖs good to be green
the summer is gone
and spring donÔÇÖt belong
the traces are here
for long winter
I miss the green
it used to be clean
if you want to be free
please donÔÇÖt fall for me
i could be anyone
but your friend
if you open the door
IÔÇÖll 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
weÔÇÖre 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 itÔÇÖs the truth
when you find that you
canÔÇÖt talk
leaving on this
all into chaos
seeing is feeling is
seeing is you
