Wait, did you think that I would break underneath the pressure and the...
Now the heart if not to feel Is a wandering waste in the driest land Now form these heights of this hills There's a funny thing that no one else can see
There's a liar, a liar on the stage with a young child's eyes And it happens all wrong and only half of its seen from here
Where has all the time gone In separate ways it runs long A hundred miles built upon us It's tearing at the seams of all that's been Tearing at the seams of all that's been
Wait, is this a game or am I walking into a snare? Now these lies will spread until we are choking on the innocent
They have half of us tied and half of us in chains We're all covering our eyes and covering our mouths just the same
Where's all the time gone In separate ways it runs long A hundred miles built upon us It's tearing at the seams of all that's been Tearing at the seams of all that's been It's tearing at the seams of all that's been
They're gonna have to drag us away...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
