From: Lintu [email protected]
Understand that you’re holding a bomb in your hands.
Take control hand in hand with yourself from now on
Take this advice
Aim to the skies
Aim to the skies above
show me what you’re made of
I’m waiting for the answer
tell me what you’re afraid of
show me what you’re made of.
I call out in my sleep
I can’t reach you and it’s killing me
I call out in my sleep
The sun is gone
days go on like a storm in the sea
and the shore is the loneliest place you can be
stay dry insead
a moment ahead
aim to the skies above
show me what you’re made of
I’m waiting for the answer
tell me what you’re afraid of
show me what you’re made of.
you say that you are the same kid the one who used to be
the weeper you say it’s something deeper
something that you couldn’t tame
something that would wake the sleeper you say.
