Proof Songtext
von Ward Thomas

You have this, funny way of making
The darkness, in a situation
Take flight, and feel right

You have this, brilliant way of showing
Your kindness, and you don′t even know
It's so bright, a gold mine
How do you do what you do?

You′re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name
You see a sick [afar?], and it's calling your name
Hey! Oh yeah

To you there's no such thing as a dead end street
It′s all about [?], how you gotta follow your dreams
Hey! Oh yeah

Oh looking down an unpaved road
Everyone else sees dirt but you see gold

It′s monday, and we're stuck in traffic
I complain, I said I′ve nearly had it
, and you smile


My world spins, you're like my gravity
Pull me in, towards my sanity
You clear, my sky

How do you do what you do?

You′re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name
You see a sick [afar?], and it's calling your name
Hey! Oh yeah

To you there′s no such thing as a dead end street
It's all about [?], how you gotta follow your dreams
Hey! Oh yeah

Oh looking down an unpaved road
Everyone else sees dirt but you see gold

Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh, whoa-oh-oh-ohhh
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh whoa-oh-oh-ohhh

Whoa-oh-oh-ohhh, whoa-oh-oh-ohhh
Whoa-oh-oh-ohh-ohhh

You're on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name
You see a sick [afar?], and it′s calling your name

You′re on a crowded city pavement, flooded with name
You see a sick [afar?], and it's calling your name
Hey! Oh yeah


To you there′s no such thing as a dead end street
It's all about [?], how you gotta follow your dreams
Hey! Oh yeah

Oh looking down an unpaved road
Everyone else sees dirt
Oh looking down an unpaved road
Where I see dirt, you see gold