Imprimer - Paroles Mania

When you hit your head on a Sunday night;

and prayed to god that you'd be alright.

I sat with my hands on my face in the hall,

and paced out the anxiety that comes

with the baggage I can't let go.

and lately my steps are catching up with me,

and I'll catch myself with my head bowed;

asking god to keep us alive

because no matter how much

the sobering strung out anthems weigh down,

We're all afraid to die.

So I turn the pages of a book,

trying to see all the different colors

that could show us it all,

So beautiful it keeps Jaidyn awake;

so overwhelming it rolls me over, knocks me out.

and I wake up with one hand on my heart,

and my eyes on the cieling,

seeing a scene of three crosses;

suspended on one hill,

and when the sun breaks the clouds,

and the great flash of time

rains through our souls;

we see god standing alone,

watching his son give up the ghost.

And its not an easy thing,strung out on a concret floor

and the things you do when your empty.

And theres Not one word to heal

No mouthful of medication

to keep the feelings sharp

just numb.

just numb.

From Paroles Mania