the marks upon the paper are changing in my eyes,
not sure what they make up so artistically disguised,
but I hope it's something that I love
not something I despise,
are they just some marks on paper or a map drawn for my life?
and I know now, I know nothing
I see how, we see something,
don't ask me why or where I'm going,
because i don't have a clue
the notes are slowly rolling as the thunder cracks outside
the music's almost showing when the others run to hide
I hope its comes with rainfall,
so flowers can grow high,
and when I play my music, she'll never want to say goodbye.
and I know now, I know nothing
I see how, we see something,
I don't know why or where I'm going,
But I'm coming home to you.
just by a string once we were holding
but now we're strong, no longer folding
you turned nothing
into something golden
and I thank you for being you
and I know now, I know nothing
I see how, we see something
I know now just where I'm going
I'm going anywhere with you.
~Tonyfresno and Kaleigh Rose
