middle of the road

left of the sholder on which you couldnt cry ... there was a dead leaf that had a perfect eye ... and it sees you ... upon the warm and dry ... so dont ask it .. cause it wants to tell you ... that there's a lie in which you hold ... angry as i am ... we wont go down the road ... no .. we can not find us a cure for the bold ... cause some were meant to stay here alone and in the cold ... now ... we just keep fighting the end and the old ... oh its getting tired ... the eye and leaf that we called ... ever so perfectly dressed and installed ... so lets keep on walking down the middle of the road ... the one that we couldnt when we were scared to show ... our age and our courage is absolouty getting so old ... part of our dream is too forget what we were told .. about growing apart and ... growing so old ... so lessin or portraits and leave us alone ... we never asked you for the dressed and the bold ... i need a drink of the water less cold ... and you need to think about setting down this old road ... we are just scared .. about what weve been told ... and the empty heart asks to be left in show ... so wear you sweet makeup and tell me a goal ... leave your broke winter up upon you sweet soul ... dream is a place that we are not told .. it is what you make it ... that is what you werent told .... this is the end ... of where you and me go ... still left in the cold ... left middle of the road