| The night is deafening when the silence is listening
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| And I’m down on my knees
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| And I know that something is missing
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| Because the back of my mind is holding things I’m relying in
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| But I choose to ignore it because I’m always denying them
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| I’m a bit of a manic when it’s not as I plan it
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| 'Cause I start losing my head, and then I get up in a panic
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| Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it?
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| Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?
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| I don’t want to know
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| I just want to run to you
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| And break off the chains, and throw them away
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| I just want to be so much
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| And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
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| Sooner than later I need a saviour
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| I need a saviour
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| It won’t ever change if you want it to stay the same
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| I really hate it, but I know it’s hard to choose if you’re chained
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| And when it’s all you control, 'cause you got nothing else to hold
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| You’re getting tighter and tighter
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| It’s getting harder to let it go
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| I don’t want to know
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| I just want to run to you
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| And break off the chains, and throw them away
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| I just want to be so much
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| And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
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| Sooner than later I need a saviour
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| I need a saviour
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| Stand me up, and maybe I won’t be so small
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| Free my hands and feet, and maybe I won’t always fall
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| Save me
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| I just want to run to you
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| And break off the chains, and throw them away
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| I just want to be so much
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| And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
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| I just want to run to you
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| And break off the chains, and throw them away
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| I just want to be so much
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| And shake off the dust that turned me to rust
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| Sooner than later I need a saviour
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| I need a saviour |