Walk
out the door, your eyes filled with tears
Or stay and confront me
and face all your fears
Linger in silence neither distant or
near
It´s not going to change a thing
Lay down beside
me and question my faith
Or hold me with all the love we have
made
Share all your secrets or hide them away
It´s not
going to change a thing
Lie here and talk of whatever you
want
Or dare to compare all the things we´ve done wrong
What
care the world when we´re all dead and gone
It´s not
going to change a thing
The picture is painted, the colours
are bold
One for each season of life I suppose
It no longer
matters, the story is told
It´s not going to change a
thing
The picture is painted, the colours are bold
One for
each season of life I suppose
It no longer matters, the story is
told
It´s not going to change one thing
Von Bruce Guthro / Malcolm Jones
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