Waiting outside tonight is cold enough no one will come I hate the winter noise. Soon, so soon, everglade in you she rather die than to stay she rather die than to stay oh! my sheperd, oh! my sheperd ooohh! Waiting outside tonight is cold enough no one wi
All my life, I heard calling It's clear to me, it does seem, that you're stalling On my account, don't be coy, and don't be clever Your tone of voice hints of holes and sugar coating What's in store, so much more than I bargained for If the bottom line is no is no, then there's no pouting
So graciously said
So just say that sound's dead
A half truth, and halfhearted Face the day with a trace of a conscience It eases me to see I'm straight and on the mark So what's the point in a face that's full And a heart that's hollow
For you I would give Lifetimes worth of grace But hwne you make me wait Then my threshold breaks Except when you're late Break down to a little voice I'll see you the same But when you tarry Poise gives way to rage Except when you're late It's in decay
Here we are, watch the sparks that makes the flame A face we know by many other names The equation broken down so easily We must poise ourselves so patiently
It's the apple, it's the apple of my eye That sends a trail of shivers speeding down my spine
There's a maker, there's a maker on the ball There's a faker who expects it all Pick a passion, pick a passion to believe There's an eye that sees it happening
It's the hit, it's the hit that knocks the wind right out of me Catch my, catch my breath
I start salivating in anticipation Ask me if I'm happy just to have a chance At following your lead, yes, indeed
Seeing through the eyes of A king who is on his throne and Seeing thorough the eyes of The king who is on his throne and
I start salivating in anticipation Ask me if I'm happy just to have a chance at following And each and every one of us Who's ever had to feel it from afar, here we are
I spent some time to examine the stages But I couldn't stand the thought of it Anything other than the first couple pages I just couldn't, couldn't dig it, dig it Someone once told me when looking for answers Don't look in corners just in the spaces
Keep it simple, keep up hope Sixteen was hopeful Not enough time here To be bidding it goodbye
This is my home This is my home This is my home This is my home
The light from behind me is spotted and shapeless And yeah, that fits me fine What's stuck in their faces looks dark for the future Well I can't find my footing if I can't see down The further along the closer you are To finding if the dreams are real
Yeah, and when they aren't When they aren't what you do then I'm not tired of it So I think I'll stay
This is my home This is my home This is my home This is my
My worry grows My will, it moans My spirits aged My youth replaced by longing
My pulse it slows My heart is stone My drive is curbed Not another word about being grateful
Dare you lose a night sleep in thinking Never should the thought invade your head Lightly falls the ash from which you're smoking Gently lay your body on the bed
Don't you stay up worried with the telly Swallow any doubts of which you keep Breathe away the day's reverberations Echoing these sentiments, you sleep
Dream into a catalyst of comfort Wallow in the pleasures of escape Rested are the eyes of your resistance Relishing the remedy till waking
Sing this lullaby, by, sing by Sing this lullaby, by, lullaby Sing this lullaby, by, lullaby, by Sing this lullaby, by, lullaby, by
