Letras
I wonder am I good enough
The hollow stare inside
A cast of light in the quiet mass
A stranger stares back at me
The winds are fierce like as if god would care
A seat to breathe, a room to find my flare
A calm beneath this frantic race I'm in
To where thoughts not stare and gets within under my skin
I swear
Leave the chase, it eats me up
The rhythm it's just not there
It doesn't add up each turn a plea
Like a shallow scenery
How many shrinks I've called in the catalogue
Messed me up i run out of metaphors
There's no room for making decisions
How many shrinks I've called in the catalogue
Messed me up, I run out of metaphors
There's no room for making decisions
I swear
The winds are fierce like as if god would care
Please
A seat to breath, a room to find my peace
A calm beneath this frantic race I'm in
To where thoughts not stare and gets within under my skin