Lets play a game,
Run and hide,
Lets find the thing, so sacred to us,
Follow the signs,
Sacred broken,
We'll never find,
With no shoulder,
Upon to cry.
What happens now?
In a world so deceptive,
My soul has been disconnected,
What do we do now?
Is there still time?
I know it has been beated and faded,
But it can be recreated,
Don't you realise?
We can pick up the pieces,
Of our love,
With your shoulder,
Upon to cry.
What happens now?
In a world so deceptive,
My soul has been disconnected,
What do we do now? |