Awake in the cold of midnight
Lonely as a man on death row
Waiting for
the final bell
Someday out of proof was ever.
Truth in the mirror
Walking on the scars on a beaten wife
Falling stars
in a sky without life.
You can see the sun
You can see the sun
You can reach above
You can
see, but you can't run
Praying as I kneel in church hell
My eyes heavy with the darkness
Drown
fall down melt down around
Belief…
If believings are real
Songs in the
singing
Saints sin, Angels pray
Bright Blue Stars
She knows it's that way
You can touch the sun
You can burn in one
You can die for fun
You
can scream, but you can't run.
You can touch the sun.