life, like so many before, But David wanted better, so much more David's got a feeling, earthly bounds are retreating, He's gonna get to heaven tonight David
David was a boy, just a letch, A simple means of birth, oh so sick, Another wasted life, like so many before, But David wanted better, so much more David
"His voice in the sky is the sound that you hear. His timbre is dim and his motives aren't clear. Why does the prophet above have so much to fear? Things
of a tree, I know that love has just left me. I can give in to being estranged as the branches wilt and the colours change. And the fish that wash up
release that ripped him apart. It scarred and imploded the space in his soul, his dreams are craters, his life is a hole. Mortals are mortar and life
independent clause: She may be gone but I am not the cause. You left your role with your passive voice. Our outcome is not your choice. Tried to set the tone and tense. This life
Instrumental
Crashing down to earth, destruction in his wake he caused. There I go again, trying to narrate so I could hide my role. Have to own up, have to concede
No truer plea has ever been, than what, through David, we have seen. His turn from a life of frustration to embrace love's condemnation. Better to let
in my life, that was good enough for me. Short plume, fades fast, the petals fall and crash. I believe one could put it best, ?we spend most of life
jail. Like God asking Abraham to kill his only son, he cries out for help, he stares at the sun. He never gets an answer when the day finally comes. When David
of regret. So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts and give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart." The words are adding up
"We're dying on the inside." Right on time here's the other shoe. Clouds overhead start to loom. Some born to win others fated to lose. From options
after all of this time. The best days of my life were when you were mine. They'll be the branches I always use to climb through my life. Sometimes life is so empty, sometimes life
it erodes us like the silt. Their sons destroy our world by stealing your little girls. The daughter you've loved from birth slumbers beneath the earth. So ask yourself, what is one life
want to spit it out. The pain can only last for so long. A sweetness lingers after it's gone. Take it all on board as I go through life, those loves are
"I've spent too much of my life defending my past. Can't find power in truth when it never lasts. Never said I was a hero, just that I'd been miscast
t wait to run off and go to sleep and let all his problems make their retreat. "Used to wake up screaming, stolen from our dreams; now I wake up beaming
