Strange maze, what is this place? I hear voices over my shoulder, nothing's making sense at all. Wonder, why do we race? When everyday we're runnin' in circles, such a funny way to fall. Tried to open up my eyes, I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright. When I wake up, the dream isn't done. I wanna see your face, and know I made it home. If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you.
