Amos Lee » All My Friends

Amos Lee » All My Friends
All my friends,
They all live in pain,
Longing for the warmth of childhood
To bring them home again.

All my friends,
Got broken hearts,
And if the World's a stage
We're searching for a part.

We'll face the winds,
And break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft Summer breeze.

All my friends,
They got broken wings,
Never will you hear them asking why
The caged bird sings

All my friends,
They know how to live,
Oh so much sorrow
And so much love too give

We'll face the winds,
And break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft Summer breeze.
And oh now..

..We all know that the storm has come,
Everybody wants to know which way to go, well
I see the clouds running
Oh the weather's gonna blow
And oh...

All my friends,
Are dead to me,
Oh when the storm comes
They're as close as family

All my friends,
Are the ones I choose,
Oh if I hear them now
You know I can't refuse

Let's face the winds,
And break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft Summer breeze