Tekster:
Kitchell Sonya This Storm

Too much infiltration Not enough information Everybody wants salvation From their, their own damnation All this fabrication Safe and sound in isolation

the start, you wipe off your slate And you may think you're clean But some stains won't erase For every drop that falls from above You say this is a

not ready to paint my face And cover all that lies beneathe If that disappoints you I'm sorry to say I will be no accomplice to a theif. Just like this

How do you feel about this? 'Cause your eyes say the words Your mouth can't convey Is it crazy to doubt this? Or do I head the voice and just walk away

many years to go And I don't know How we get ourselves from here to there Oh, from here to there Tossed and turned all night long Is this right, is this

s so many years to go And I don?t know how we get ourselves from here to there Oh, from here to there Tossed and turned all night long Is this right, is this