This Human Mess-Gabriel Bruce

This Human Mess - Gabriel Bruce Written by：Gabriel Bruce All of the windows that autumn grows So many men so many rose pretty scary 'cause it's almost gone less like a Woman then an oath And I'll walk with you to your time And I will carry you home And I will stay talking through The night telling stories like Skipping stones till dawn is a horse That gallops by tearing curtains From the room and in the morning When the sun closed we'll have ourselves A carnival and all the animals will overthrow This human mess will cost to grow So you walk with me till I'm tired and Then you carry me home and we stay talking Through the night making sense of are faults Till dawn lifts a voice hear roaring high And you're thoroughly devoted all I'm trying To say don't you want to celebrate it Don't you want to celebrate it Oh I won't wake we are all trying to celebrate We are all trying to celebrate What we have today anyway where are lost