The Hard Way lyrics

Song information

Artist: Paulson
Album: Variations

Lyrics

And the sky is made of wine
Not whiskey or rye
And the moon is full
In this land of our fantasy
It's good to be free
I promise you

Pine cones
Blue birds
Cascades
Blue jays

I've learned you can only learn the hard way
That's why i'm looking out for you

And the sky is made of wine
Not whiskey or rye
I know it may not be fair
But you know it's good to be scared

This fantasy will set us free