Sangtekst: Blessed By Falling. The Art Of Anticipating A Sunrise. Today, I'm Feeling A Bit Sub-Par.
Send out the ambulance again
The bleeding may be terminal
And Oh how it spreads
Incise the evil inside my heart...
My heart, like a rose
With thorns that tear
Trying to be beautiful
so often the cause of dispair
Your mercies stretch beyond
My imagination
I can feel them sinking in
I feel them deep within
But, I've made a mess of things again
The Lines have obviously been chosen
But I don't remember making a consious decision
All that I love is so far away
And all that I've gained
Is everything I hate
I've forgotten your way
So please spare me
Send out the Ambulance again
(Thanks to coulsen for these lyrics)
The Art Of Anticipating A
Blessed By Falling
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