Long ago a living story. Walked the whole world phrophesying. Told of days when the hand of God. Pulls away from the world. All hell starts breaking out.
I know the face, I see it every day. I know your name, forever in my mind. Don't walk away, I'm just trying to make some sense of this. Don't turn away, I'm just trying to make some sense of this.
I will watch the sky, streetlight's dimly lit. From far away I recognize. Her silhouette with someone else. . The temperature outside. Thaws me and frees up the memory.
Too late for us now?. I sat alone and I spoke out loud. On this darkened afternoon. The windows to my room. . A solemn shutter on the world. Where I used to laugh and dream.
I can't complain. About this rut I'm in. Day after day. These same walls I kick in. Rip out my hair. What's so unfair. . Bent out of shape. Underestimate what I can take.
Reaching through the pain the real world sent your way. Problems you can't understand but still you have to fight. It makes me proud inside to see you try so hard.
Time has come. The dawn shall see us off again. Glory rides. The stars shall be our watching guide. . We know God is ready and He's willing to fill our veins.
I crashed the party when I splashed. Down in the surf, the new kid on Earth. Dropped out of orbit and into high school. . Every day the Earth stood still.
Walking down some highway. Midnight North Dakota. Somewhere 'round late fall. I knew that the time. . Has come for me, I'm willing. A million stars above me.
Getting too late, nothing can wait. Pick up the pace, the clock is ticking. Losing this race, feeling like a waste. Taking up space, my brain is sticking.
From the first gray light of the morning I've been gone. On my journey towards the stars. Will I know when I reach the other side. The earth so blue it's like I'm dreaming.
Eric's room gets too small one night. (He). Takes his whole apartment outside. Down at his desk he sits and writes. Under a streetlight. . One starry night just like tonight when these.
I must have stood for hours. The mist of dawn still rising. Brushing from my face. Cold tears of finally knowing. . The world that we had twisted. The years of strength and glory.
One hundred days in dessert sand. A drifter in no-man's land. Following someone else's caravan. . I roam like a nomad since I left. Soaking in solitude.
Sunburned faces watch a nuclear sky. Initial conflict on the fourth of july. Children hide their heads and wonder why. No one really cares. . Crying on the inside.
Push forward. Lay to rest old fears. Not long ago I was one of them. I'm changing. The more I've changed. The harder it is to face what I was before. .
Picture home years ago and tell me it's you. Of all the roads a man could take. How mine has lead form you. And like a lighthouse. Set on a rocky coast amidst the storm.
It was yesterday when you stopped by. And you looked as if you had no cares at all. But behind those eyes. And a fragile smile. You said good-bye. Nothing's real anyway.
Left the water running out again. Can you feel it washing over you. Left the water running out again. Can you feel it coming over you. Left the water running out again.
On the run from. Suicide. Love breeches. Temptation. On the edge boy. What's inside. You better look. You better run and hide. Storms coming. A hurricane.