Pardon

03:50
Christopher Wilson
2001
Christopher Wilson

Lyrics

Pardon

 

pumping up for the playground

it all seems true

illusionary

missionary

which one are you

 

was it so that I concluded

secluded

so it was that I've never really known

the meaning or the making of this forever

this time out could have never really grown

 

pumping up for the playground

that world is new

one for the tolls and the times too many

and this tears at you

 

was it so that I excluded

and viewed it

so it was just a piece in a pile

try define whole

for some balance

the ever constant losing control

my heart is hardened

there is no pardon scarring that soul

 

and those things we'd like to be

they are the things we cannot seem

but I still would like to sow

evermore in a garden

but you won't give that pardon

needed in that soul

 

and those things we'd like to be

they are the things we cannot seem

but I still would like to sow

evermore in a garden

but you won't give that pardon

seeded in that soul

 

evermore in a garden

but you won't give that pardon

feel it in that soul

 

(Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)