There are people who don't belong here. You can tell 'cause they keep to themselves. Crack one open and see what's inside of their heads, And find out
I woke up at noon my voice was silenced. (I could see the sick inside of you.) They chained my hands but still I tried, To take a little bit out of you
I've spoken to the king today, He said his mind was made up, Disloyal to a mutiny, These were the troubles better, I watched him let his sheep astray,
For you In minute we'll be sitting at the bar And for a instant we'll forget who we are And it happens And when it does its magical And it happens And
I went to sleep last night wondering how I'd feel If I woke up tomorrow and you were almost healed. If you could use your hands, what would you use them
a?¦And the fear in me Is what keeps me up at night And your killing me But it makes me feela?¦ Not here for the revolution Not here for the new solution
Sign your name at the bottom and set the record straight. The cannibal sold out this morning in attempt to seal our fate... Eyes, watching us... They
Go and find him 'cause this may be the only chance you have to To redefine him And mold him into something that you find beautiful And ever since Ive
You can't keep me caged up forever! You can't tame me forever Now who knows how long We fight for freedom But no ones ever won was a systematic or automatic
I've seen the better man, And the better man is chasing after me. And I've seen the braver man, And the braver man is who I'm trying to be. And I've
God only knows God only knows God only knows On the surface Of the one we call belief Underneath it Well comes the only thing I've lived without That
I can see the desert I can see the stars. But was it left for you or was it something that you had ignored, ignored? Like your life. And I can't see the
[Instrumental]
Shut up - and let me apologize. I can't wait to look in your sympathetic eyes and wonder away. Will we ever make it out of here alive? [Chorus:]
Let me, paint a picture for you, It's a stormy night after a cold December day, I step out into the light, You step back which makes me afraid, Of what
It's a mental philosophy... what made you do it. Why do you call out your riots without surfacing your message? Why would you let yourself get run around
Oversettelse: Fingertight. Tro.
