Oh, that I could scream
And the world would stop and
Well you know I hardly speak.
When I do it's just
misguided satellite
I circle by habit,
can’t find my orbit to
one day the dreamers died within us
when all our
(Chorus)
All that I have are questions
So much is veiled in
Only now that you have taught me
(but how late) my
It's been so long
And tin cans and string for years
Is
my jail shoes on
the well kept cemetary lawn
both of them
Faith is not something that I grasp, it's something that
Is this everything, I’ve dreamed of so much more
between the
here's your new drug
shoot it in the left eye
In this dark night,
We stand or we fall,
We are kings
Dear prodigal, you are my son and I
Supplied you not
they are sick
they are poor
and they die by the thousands
when deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams,
at four in
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