Someone's taken the boy from your face* Traded your eyes for those that have seen The shade of your innocence consumed in heat You put your hands in your pockets Buried as deep as they will go You're gonna find a reason You won't be at the show I can see the patterns I can feel the repetition …you’re hurting Something's perched there on the steeple You let your eyes follow it away Kick the rocks down the road There’s no use to pray Some days you won't remember But most days you can't forget How they pulled you from the water Separated from the rest “Who makes these rules? Who’s keeping tab?” You’re looking for answers Where there’s none to be had I can see the patterns I can feel the repetition …you’re hurting It’s gonna be alright, it’s gonna be alright Someone's taken the boy from your face Traded your eyes for those that have seenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
