Из альбома: The Spark
Present times we look at falling from the sky.
To whom it may converm,
Young apathy, buy why?
The hands have all been broken,
A thorn in your side.
The heavens have almost fallen as all the angels cry.
Could this be the end,
Or the start of something new again?
Could this be the one?
Let me go.
Perplexed at admiration,
Seemingly just why,
Clean fron the sample,
Too close to testify.
Meaningless,
Just somple peeking through again.
No one to let down but God,
The one within.
My heart's in anguish inside
And I'm feeling all alone.
Please hold me hand,
Let me go.