| The feeling begins
|
| I never ever want it to end, so I try getting high, how I kept trying to fly,
|
| trying to make it again
|
| Recreate it with friends, so I search for this thing, this world could never
|
| bring, it’s the pain and the sting
|
| Takes it’s toll on my soul
|
| Stealing the feeling I know…
|
| Waiting for something to open my eyes
|
| I wait for this feeling to know I’m alive…
|
| Waiting for something to open my eyes
|
| I wait for this feeling to know I’m alive…
|
| You’ll know where to start
|
| Piece together the hearts that were thrown away broken, run over and stolen
|
| We could find away. |
| find away… we could find
|
| Away… find away… fine away. |
| find away. |
| Find away
|
| Waiting for something to open my eyes
|
| I wait for this feeling to know I’m alive…
|
| Waitinf for something to open my eyes
|
| I wait for this feeling to know I’m alive…
|
| You’ll know where to start
|
| Together with hearts
|
| Thrown away broken, run over and stolen, thrown away broken…
|
| Waiting for something to open my eyes
|
| I wait for this feeling to know I’m alive
|
| Waiting for something to open my eyes
|
| I wait for this feeling to know I抦 alive
|
| … find away… find away… |