(Springfield) I drop a stone into the ocean, every choice, another turn of the screw, Another wheel set in motion, with every single thing I do It's there in the air that I breathe, it's in my whisper and scream Inside everything I believe, and it's all gonna come around someday As the smallest stream runs to a river and every river runs to the sea So every bit of love that I give to another, You know that I believe it comes back to me There is no absolution whether I'm the garden or the rose If I ain't part of the solution... yeah you know how that goes You can always leave but you bring it all back home someday Every single thing I say, everyone I betray Any love that I take when I do not make it in return Every thing I do and every time I've been unfaithful too all the things that I believe are lessons I must learn
