World From Here

Vic Anselmo

Compositor: Vic Anselmo

On this rainy day
Drops came down
And washed away the smile
I wear to hide away the truth

Backyard novelty
Running from the poverty
We hide ourselves away in secret rooms
How does it come that I open my eyes?

World from here becomes much clearer

Into deep I creep, pulling out another brick
The mystery awaits behind the door
Scratched walls and floors

We are not to choose our homes
It’s cold outside and I won’t find my sleep
One by another my leaves fade away

World from here becomes much clearer
World from here becomes much clearer