What if the kettle wasn’t black
What if it was blue
What if it was argyle
What would you call it then
Find your piece of mind and put it on my plate
serve me something more than this predetermined fate
I let fall around me
fall all around me
I can’t catch any of it
It’s falling too fast and I’m not ready for this
What if the sky wasnt blue
what if it was grass
what if it was diamonds
would your prayers reflect on you
and what if I didn’t find you
What if we never knew each other at all
what would you call it then
would it still be fate
its not an ordinary day
its the day we find each other
and now i can finally write
what I never could
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