I could not see the haze back in the day When we lived inside of it Now I'm floating away And haunting the halls night and day Out in some storage space out on the highway Fifteen years tossed in boxes Topped with old bills, phones, pictures and trash All the dramas and memories attached
Now I'm wondering What matters most?
A true friend is someone who when you are with them You know what matters most Oh, but that doors slams so tight With you and our time trapped behind it Now you're floating away But in these days of overwhelming change I just want to know what I want Becausе I only seem to know what I don't
With so little time What matters most?
Tеll me what What matters most?
I keep going for the phone To send you a note with the news And I'm thinking "man, you won't believe this" You're gone Sorting through photos of fake smiles and photos of real ones Now I'm throwing the whole lot in the bin Just got a glimpse Of what matters most
Tell me what What matters most?
Compositor: Benjamin Scott Folds (Folds Ben) (BMI)Editor: Free From The Man Songs (BMI)Administração: BMG Rights Management Us LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #39344351 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM