There is guilt behind every door
And every promise is begging for more
There is truth but not honest way
With all the lies that you're told today
And all the trees are hiding
And my diseases trying
There are breezes that might keep you on
But I must let you go
In these breezes, they might heal your heart
But you would never know
There is good behind every door
And every child is begging for more
There is truth but not on her way
With all the lies that you're told today
And all the trees are hiding
And my diseases trying
There are breezes that might keep you on
But I must let you go
In these breezes, they might heal your heart
But you would never know