now the beach we used to play on
is washed by pain
did you learn to surf the pleasure
before it bombed you out again
and how delicate the beauty
now it's hollow and vain
it was washed out by the water
and filled by rain
but its alright now
it's alright now
ain't it ok
what a funny way to meet you
as brave as I was
anybodies little son
anybody is trying to be someone
and how delicate the beauty
now that it's gone
I used to be the one to worry
I use to be the one
but its alright now...
in the quiet of the garden
buried secret my heart
I dont know how far we'll get
but I'm willing to start
between the tortured and healing
a new and rare taste
our prayer for tomorrow
seal my yesterdays
but its alright now...
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