Diversity

Fine days I've wasted in this mourning state of mine
By now the hope has passed me by
All doors wide open - I feel all broken
Up on the ways of change and on my way

So comfort me
(Diversity)
And I'll be no enemy of her
(It's not far enough apart to pull me)

Having no time
(Having my way)
No way to make it on my own
Though i'm faithful - you don't need a reason
To warn me - I've already

Diversity - it's not far enough apart to pull me

Further the hope from me - my mood and mind,
And the nine times I've been restless in my prime
I'll regress - I know I feel all hollow
Up on the ways of change
Yeah, up on the ways of change

Fine days I've wasted in this mourning state
Feelings I've wasted in this place
All doors wide open - I feel all broken
Up on the ways of change
Yeah, up on the ways of change