Letras:
Denver

: Open the door to life unscripted. There are no pens here--only memories (but they make us who we are). I hope I find the place in my heart that shows

: Falling star. I heard that's what you think you are. You wonder why you fell into this strange place. You told me lies and said you didn't mean them

: This time it's on my own Minutes from somewhere else Somewhere I made a wish with Lucky Denver Mint You're not bigger than this, not better Why can

: I had an uncle name of Matthew he was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas he was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just

: Because he called the forest "Brother" Because he calls the Earth his mother They drove him out into the rain Some people even said the boy from the

: Oh what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future? Cry the brown bells of Merthyr. Who made the mine owner? Say the

: There are children raised in sorrow on a scorched and barren plain there are children raised beneath the golden sun There are children of the water

: Of course, we have our diff'rences, you shouldn't be surprised It's as natural as changes in the seasons and the skies. Sometimes we grow together,

: It's cold here in the city It always seems that way And I've been thinking about you Almost every day Thinking about the good times Thinking about