Из альбома: The Spark
The air up here, it seems so thin.
Stars burn my eyes.
The blood, it covers sin.
Flip an old coin over.
A new life begins and the old one is over.
If I tore my heart out and I threw it on the floor,
Would you even care?
Why can't you feel that I am real?
Could you be the one?
Guide me to the Son.
The air down here,
It seems so thick.
Dirt in my life,
You know it makes me sick.
I ask fr water onceagain 'cause my thirsty soul
Should be clean again.