: Speak up My ears are growing weary I?ll sing this song to the end And watch the waves crash over me Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn
: Someone please turn the lights back on I?ve been wandering here for days, disconnected, and in search For new air to breathe in I don?t think I can
: The time has come for you To sit this one out To fit inside your mold Would be to sell myself short This ground we tread upon Is now filling up to
nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye Oh, how I?ve walked this white line
Held captive, I?m a prisoner In the back room where the water leaks and I?m oh, so cold Command me on what to do, but you know neither you or I are in
Speak up My ears are growing weary I?ll sing this song to the end And watch the waves crash over me Not too much to overcome with enough time to turn
Wake up! Wake up! My God! This is not a test! And it's not too late to come clean Get it off your chest So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
In a deep breath it all starts to change Flip my world inside out, honestly I like it better this way When I mesh the night through the back of my eyes
Someone please turn the lights back on I?ve been wandering here for days, disconnected, and in search For new air to breathe in I don?t think I can
How peaceful it feels against my face Oh, what a long haul You brought me here for this I see nothing but disaster Now I?m taking you with me A transparent
So hold your head up high and know it?s the end of the road Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head Home At the end of the road
Maybe we, why don't we sit right here for half an hour? We'll speak of what a waste I am, and how we missed your beat again! I swear we need to find
The time has come for you To sit this one out To fit inside your mold Would be to sell myself short This ground we tread upon Is now filling up to our
PS 50:1 Бог Богов, Господь возглаголал и призывает землю, от восхода солнца до запада. PS 50:2 С Сиона, который есть верх красоты, является Бог, PS