I’ve got a sandstorm blowin’ in my head I’m seein’ many colours but the one that’s coming through is red It’s stoppin’ me dead tryin’ to make some tracks but my feet are feeling like a lead Stop being blead, stop being blead Oh, my things aren’t the same Anyone could see that if I
I was born to live and I live to give I’m the love that you feel, the life that lives real in you I was born to die and I live to cry I’m your tormented soul, blackness that holds to all you So think of me as history and I will leave to you
I guess I’m alright, guess I’m alright I guess I’m doing fine, guess I’m doing fine Do you think I’d miss you, do you think I’d care Do you think I’d lay down and die You never even tried You never even tried Now its about time, it’s the right time If you willed your
They say they’ll take it away to reassure them that the future is there I hear the words that they say but don’t believe them We take the control, the hours taking it’s toll From the back of my mind, I can hear you From the corner of my eye, I still see you We
Well I can see my reflection reflecting in you And I can feel the connection connecting the two It’s dream reality, trying to break free and wake me Dream reality Trying to break free from this world, from the world Well I can feel your reactions reacting with mine And I can sense things are
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