That Kind of Thing

As your greed turns out the light

You said that you'd never find

That kind of thing

As the weeds turned into butterflies

She knew that she'd always want

That kind of thing

The dragons they die

But the reasons are always changing

Just past midnight

She knew that she'd never live

That moment again

Give what she has to give

Until the morning comes

When birds start to sing

The dragons they die

But the reasons are always changing

She treads on the thin line

Between having all she wants And nothing

She can't straighten what's entwined

Like the river curves and winds

To the sea

The dragons they die

But the reasons are always changing

Outside the city swings

Deep down she likes that kind of thing

The summer, the Spring

Pass her by but she likes that kind of thing

She's like a child with wings

She thinks she can fly when she sees that kind of thing

Give her an ocean and she'll swim

So far to find that kind of thing

Katrina Slack