It's Never Quite What It Seems

words: Detweiler and Bergquist

music: Bergquist

recording: Good Dog Bad Dog (Back Porch re-release)



and your face

I do know well

every breath breathes

farewell

it's so still

no soul could tell

but one day

like this

the angels fell



and it's never quite what it seems



and it bleeds

this setting sun

and my arms ache

from holding on

let it go

this dying light

makes it hard to tell

wrong from right



and it's never quite what it seems



all the shadows of our doubts

and the light that burns too bright

soon burns out



and your face

you do know well

that the race is lost

hold still

'cause the first

shall be the last

those that burn with thirst

will lift their glass



and it's never quite what it seems