One thing

One thing
Walk out the door, your eyes filled with tears,
or stay and confront me and face all your fears
linger in silence neither distant or near;
it's not going to change a thing...

Lay down beside me and question my faith,
or hold me with all the love we have made
share all your secrets or hide them away;
it's not going to change a thing...
The picture is painted, the colours are bold
one for each season of life I suppose,
it no longer matters, the story is told
it's not going to change a thing...
Lie here and talk of whatever you want,
or dare to compare all the things we've done wrong
what care the world when we're all dead and gone;
it's not going to change a thing...
The picture is painted, the colours are bold
one for each season of life I suppose,
it no longer matters, the story is told
it's not going to change a thing...
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The picture is painted, the colours are bold
one for each season of life I suppose,
it no longer matters, the story is told
it's not going to change a thing...
it's not going to change one thing.