| Sunrise, early morning
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| Just waking up, my eyes still shut
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| Overhear the tv from the other room
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| The news says over a hundred deaths were reported and it’s only six am
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| Tell us a reason for it
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| They say it’s still unclear at the moment
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| Is there reason for this?
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| A reason good enough for death?
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| Still trying to comprehend why thing’s like this happen
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| Why i’m always on the other end
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| Watching violence through a lens
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| Always thinking of how i’d deal with it and how it happened
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| I can’t imagine, I can’t believe
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| It’s a scene in the streets
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| Ordinary movements, ordinary action
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| What was your first reaction when the lights went off?
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| What was your first reaction?
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| What was it like when you first heard the noise?
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| What did you see? |
| How’d it make you feel?
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| Paint an image vividly
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| So I can feel it, so I can understand
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| A flash before the eyes, what does that feel like?
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| Life flashing before your eyes, what does that feel like?
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| When tragedy strikes just close your eyes
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| It seems unfair the way life plays out
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| It seems unfair to say I understand at all
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| When tragedy strikes it doesn’t care for a name
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| It has no reason to stop
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| I woke up early, sat by the window the next morning
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| Thought about death and yesterday
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| It seems so unfair, the way life plays out
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| It seems so unfair to say I understand |