Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.

Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he's fresh out of law school, you gave him a license to steal.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.