disease. Nobility on it's knees And if the rain came. And if the rain came, now. Would it wash us all away on a wave of sorrow?. Wave, wave of sorrow Where now the holy cities? Where are the ancient
I'm caught up in the way I feel 'bout you. I don't know how I can be so drawn into you. I think I'm fallin' in deep. I think I'm caught up in the wave of you, of you, hmm. Oh, upside down, I'm tip-toein
for the wave. We are fragments made of time. We are broken, we are fine There's something. In repetition, real life. Not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you. I wouldn't wish it on myself