Black Olives

Lyrics

Precious times of deep affection
Will cause reflections
Over why you end up talking to yourself

Cautious life of wrong deflections
Sustained corrections
Which you tied up with when you must make a choice
And your silence only makes a bigger noise

Chorus:
Everyday I’ll be turning a new page of life
Every friend is remaining a close satellite
And every time I loose a battle
I might still win the fight with fear in my mind

Gracious lines of great perfection
And good intentions
Will collapse and scatter all around your place

Answered why’s to expectations
Will leave impressions
That you might think there’s another chance to come
If you walk you might as well be on the run

Chorus:
Everyday I’ll be turning a new page of life
Every friend is remaining a close satellite
And every time I loose a battle
I might still win the fight with fear in my mind