February wins
The leaves fall cold
I am feeling indifferent
I am feeling old
Like the melodies that cracked college sidewalks sings
O how it leads us blindly onward
Always searching for something
And we pass each other at least a thousand times
Oh we'll do it again tomorrow
But We'll never know our lives
What stirs your soul?
What fuels your passion inside?
The shadows are so dark
But the fields are turning brilliant white
So don't sell yourself short
Don't you dare close your eyes
Or are living?
Or are pretending we're alive?
You are not just another faceless one
Another number to be tallied
An opinion to be won
There's a story written for you long and in detail
If you'd just accept God's promise
If you'd just turn the page
What stirs your soul?
What fuels your passion inside?
The shadows are so dark
But the fields are turning brilliant white
So don't sell yourself short
Don't you dare close your eyes
Or are living?
Or are pretending we're alive?
God
Help me to love you
While I'm young
While I'm young
God
Help me to love you
While I'm young
While I'm young
What puts breathe in your lungs?
What makes you bold?
What scares will we wear like badges when we turn old?
Always telling us that we should be
Well I'm not with that
I'm not buying it
So sell your eulogy to someone else
Cause I' not dead yet
No, I'm not dead yet.
What stirs your soul?
What fuels your passion inside?
The shadows are so dark
But the fields are turning brilliant white
So don't sell yourself short
Don't you dare close your eyes
Or are living?
Or are pretending we're alive?
