Walk down the street
With your hand in mine
Everything is so simply put
With
your hand in mine
I think we’re just fine
And so we’ll walk down this street
With
your hand in mine
Past the school, curious children stare
Past a bakery, you start to care
To mind these stares
They’re staring alright.
I ask myself, “If this love is wrong,
Then why does it feel so right?”
A right to love I’d
have fight
The masses, the people who hide behind their faith
Am I supposed to change?
And He stays the same –
Burn the leaves and twigs in your faith
Who should be ashamed?
Who’s really using God’s name in vain?
Cause in my eyes
I’m normal, I’m just fine
And so, I’ll walk down this street
With her hand in mine.