Tekster:
We Came As Romans To Plant A Seed

We?ve planted a seed, an ever growing wonder to a beautiful tree. Grow. Each branch outstretched and different from the last. Where the old have broken

so weathered. We all deserve this. To be renewed. To change our ways. To be allowed to choose. So let me build you back up. As you're carrying me too. We

be, On the roads that doesn't end, And the views that never cease, With a feeling bittersweet. I'm counting down the days, we're counting down the days. This is how we

here where we leave our hearts. The illusion for your weakened love. This is not what we were made for. Far from the compassion we have known. Far from the love that we

for. And every end is just the start to something else. I think that if we ever stopped seeking out what it is that keeps us growing, then we'll never

be cured. We are the reasons for health and light, for illness and weakness. We will tear through these holds. We will tear through these holds or we

so weathered. We all deserve this. To be renewed. To change our ways. To be allowed to choose. So let me build you back up. As you're carrying me too. We

easily lured. Lured to this dream alluring to the skies To live among them and to never die, never die, never die. To be worth more, though we are made

always be, On the roads that doesn't end, And the views that never cease, With a feeling bittersweet. I'm counting down the days, we're counting down the days. This is how we