Toys
Andrew Graham
The winds
Of change
Kicked in
Oh what a welcome noise
For a headstrong boy
Who treated the world
Like one of his toys
No more shame
I spent my days
Chasing clouds
Chasing clouds
But when I turn around
I'll let the sun
Into my head
No more dread
No more dread
No more dread
The wolves
Have left
Their dens
They might whisper in your heart
But they won't fill the void
Or strangle your envy
So strangle your envy
I'm burning every toy
Justify yourself walking through
The world's largest garden
And when you turn around
Let the sun
Into your head
No more dread
No more dread
No more dread
