who care, The siren rings in vain. When lightning hits the ground, To all who stand around, a shock of ignorance. Black lines, can turn to battlefields
who care, the siren rings in vain when lightning hits the ground, to all who stand around, the shock of ignorance Black lines, can turn to battlefields
Sends it home In a paper bag Says things change Maybe its me You can't fix me up You can't fix me up This bleeding heart This bleeding heart Found broken
for all who care The siren rings in vain When lightning hits the ground to all who stand around A shock of ignorance Black lines can turn into battlefields
Now I know that it's the same. Different people, different days. It won't change. Do you find security? Knowing you have broken me. Like a pastime.
Thought you saw this last time. It?s a rerun But this time it?s changed you. You said you never watched it It?s your free time Image passed. Forget your
Time winds down as you stretch upward to heaven His blood resounds as it's not over precursor They'll paint them red, those things you said. They'll
Sometimes they move faster, Faster than our eyes can tell the morning (can tell the morning) Some ways for us to test. Each day we say our prayers
sometime ago, i keep losing track over again, all these promises wont turn golden until you touch them its permanent, nothing is permanent its permanent
