Out of time, out of gas, losing sight of all this fast.
Last night, I'm left, tell me is this better than death?
One stroke, two bows, a song that we never chose.
No grip, no control, never will I give up control.
First breath, second sight, hold me, keep me through the night.
Eyes dark and eyes bright, never forget this light.
Wooden sound, last laugh, to keep my soul clean I wait fast.
Like the dark and like the night, like the sun and all its bright.
Open your eyes. Wake up.
Open your mouth. Speak up.
Open your ears. Listen up.
Open your heart. Love it up.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
Out of time, out of gas, losing sight of all this fast.
Last night, I'm left, tell me is this better than death?
One stroke, two bows, a song that we never chose.
No grip, no control, never will I give up control.
First breath, second sight, hold me, keep me through the night.
Eyes dark and eyes bright, never forget this light.
Wooden sound, last laugh, to keep my soul clean I wait fast.
Like the dark and like the night, like the sun and all its bright.
Open your eyes. Wake up.
Open your mouth. Speak up.
Open your ears. Listen up.
Open your heart. Love it up.