Am I wrong Have I got this right Am I missing the moment Am I a sign of the times Like the notch on a buckle That won't pull tight Well I've seen some things honey that god wouldn't touch with a knife. To leave it behind is like grieving the dead sometimes.
I have so many places that feel like home I've known so many faces that my head can't keep a hold. Remember when we prayed for rain But those nights would keep us warm We tore apart the old now I've since gone back and missed it all
Sometimes We all hide behind those fears Of getting caught up here And breaking out through the atmosphere And I wonder Where do we go from hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
