This Year s Parade
This year's parade ; I came wearing my skin to trade ; And all my thoughts to the higher bid ; Myself intentions to a stranger in a street ; This year's parade ; Waiting for the time to fade ; Heaven knows to my disgrace ; Yourself reflections , are so hard to trace ; Looking for a crown to fit ; I'll hang my head down ; I see confusion got you to quit ; And you have no idea, ; If you've been lost or found ; On this year's parade ; This year's parade ; Got my sadness in a box to stay ; You've cut your strings, ; And flow a way ; Heaven knows, ; I had no words to say ; Looking for a crown to fit...; 