She wishes it was like the way when she was young
Just Because
He wishes it was like the way where he was from
Just Because
She uses a crutch to scrawl a masterpiece in dust
Just Because
He, with an artist's touch, writes a symphony in rust
Just Because
She sees the setting sun as a solar pendulum
Just Because
He sees a loaded gun as the payback for his son
Just Because
We are the ones turning many into none
Just Because
We have begun to await a day that never comes
Just Because
