Philip B. Price - Six Thousand Years

Looking out the window
Following the clouds and the stars
Leaning on my best friend
As we're sleeping in the back of the car
And I won't even breath your name
These are the rules of games:
And everyone looks the same
To these tired eyes
Please don't ever show me
You don't ever owe me the truth
I won't try to convince you
And you don't even want any proof
Cause every day's the same
These are the rules of games:
I can't even smell the rain
From these tired skies
Six thousand years is not enough
To have your mouth on the tailpipe
And still be calling my bluff
I think I learned my lesson
But i won't be confessing at all
Summers almost over
Soon we'll all be bracing for fall
And I won't even breath your name
These are the rules of games:
And everyone looks the same
To these tired eyes
To these tired eyes
To these tired eyes

Written by:
Philip Price

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