and you can run for the first time since you were a child
in His arms the air has never been so sweet
and some they won't beleive it untill they all can see it
but some of us are lucky in the end
and you can scream for the last time at least while you are here
in the arms of all the pain that struck you to pretend
and some they won't beleive it untill they all can see it
but some of us, a few of us, all of us or none of us, and some of us, as we must and we all lust for
all in all I think I'm doing fine picking up what I left behind
and there it goes I think I lost myself again