The wreckage seemed to great for me I saw my dreams collapsing (collapsing) But through debris of tragedy Not one of us died fighting
The wreckage
We somehow found a way through storming weather Enduring skies turned gray when we all said never
The winds, the rain Downpour needed to cultivate
We don't get to choose when it rains We can fight or just get washed away Will we be transformed or feel like we're drowning (drowning)
The wreckage
So use the storms ahead to flood out shortcomings And then use what is left to water what is worth planting
The winds, the rain Downpour needed to cultivate
Debris, tragedy But not one of us died... But not one of us died fighting
We don't get to choose when it rains We can fight or just get washed away Will we be transformed or feel like we're drowning?
Will we fight or just get washed away? And now the mountains that we face Are starting to look more like hills We rose to a higher plain so the whole horizon fell It fell, the whole horizon fell
Through the debris of tragedy Not one of us died fighting (fighting)
We don't get to choose when it rains We can fight or just get washed away Will we be transformed or feel like we're drowning (drowning)
We don't get to choose when it rains We can fight or just get washed away (away) Will we be transformed or feel like we're drowning (feel like we're drowning)?
The wreckage that once seemed Has now becoming a personal We somehow found a way through storming weather Enduring skies turned gray when we all said never So use the storms ahead to flood out shortcomings And then use what is left to water what is worth planting
Deep roots that refuse... Deep roots that refuse... Deep roots that refuse... Deep roots that refuse to break Deep roots that refuse... Deep roots that refuse to break Deep roots that refuse to breakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
