know by now All the ways I wish I could protect you From all the things that you learned on your own somehow As you grow older and you live through
I run, I run, I run Yeah, I've run to a slow crawl Yes, I'm the one staring straight at the wall You've seen me sky high So low I had to die just to
You say it's nothing personal As you break out And you lay out You're whole arsenal I fell hard for you I count scars from you You play with my life
I got up, made it through thy day I thought of what I want to say, I know I will lie to try Just to win you back so you?ll cry When I hurt you back, it
This game seems to be the trend You can say, you?ve won The nightmare?s coming to an end And I can see the sun I know that?s you haunting me Take what
I turn to you to make it through Just to make it through the night You don?t take long to turn it on To make me feel alright When you show up I throw
Look at the past to see No, I never wanted to Think now, think how it?d be Everything that?s haunted you Anything that wanted to 'Cause there are no
catch fire the way they should The way their blue could pull me in If they only would, if they only would At least I'd lose this sense of sensing something
Don?t say that you know me You never knew the first thing at all Still you should have told me Took everything, selling it off These holes in your stories
A voice from your past Wants to know you so very well Now that you're in my life at last You've been through hell I can tell There's a broken heart beating
Like a disease eating away at me Your just another drug I'm an addict of I can't play your fucked up guessing game Jealous and out of my head I know
ears can stand The lower frequency better known as bass Sitting nice with the treble at a jazzy pace My neighbours complain they say they can't endure They form a congregation outside
the clouds Turning water into wine As I travel through your mind Now you see me through your guts Crip outside the lines so you live within the box You
sense Dazzled by the Virgin in her radiance People from the outside world want more evidence People from the outside world want more evidence People from the outside
golden fields and the bounty the bring Reason enough for to dance and to sing Dance for who knows if we'll live till its spring Sing For it's Lammastide
minor pauses throughout] Now if my flesh is weak My passion is my shield And my strength is my speech In which I'll make men yeild Cos in the field of
