What does it take?
I do not know.
I was born with deadened eyes,
I'm not the hero.
And it shows I'm a little tense, find flaws in my moral sense.
I complain, and look in pain.
You're bound to come around again.
I sit and wait.
Wait in all day.
Can't sleep tonight my heartbeat's too high.
Hold up my palm never letting go, when are you coming home?
I light the falre you can follow, now get back on your own.
I closemy eyes and I count to ten I'm seeing you again.
And I unveil I was rougher then, in every story penned.
Hold up my palm never letting go, when are you coming home?
I light the flare you can follow, now get back on your own.
I close my eyes and I count to ten, I'm seeing you again.
I pray and beg you bring it to an end, I pray and beg.