Tekster:
Sixpence None The Richer Divine Discontent

Like a million parachutes the snow's coming down I lock up the front door and turn the lights down in the glow of the street lights, I see them descend

There is freedom within, there is freedom without try to catch the deluge in a paper cup there's a battle ahead, many battles are lost but you'll never

Eyes wide open all the time just like a drug store in the city where she walks the streets alone time keeps ticking it's an ocean through a sieve ever

So I'm waiting by a phone for the blessed ring like a holy grail for the fisher king time is ticking down like a metronome rhythm for my brain, and it

I look out to the fields where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in and breathe out change the channel, mute the sound I take a match, a cigarette

Tonight it's time choose a direction if you fail you can make a correction slower now - make life faster make your mind up for once this time Chorus

Do I murder when I forget you from afar? too drunk on the poison of endless roads and the countless smoky bars but tension is to be loved when it is