it comes from beginning
it comes from the end
i know it all like an unwritten rule and i won’t live in fear again
it comes from looked over
it comes from your friends
i’ve known it all before i’ve been born and i won’t live like i did then because
these are wicked times
gotta know where to hide
i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still
feel uneasy when the storm comes
it plays in the playing
it plays in the game
i’ve seen the sides of a man through his eyes and i would rather be insane, to you, because
these are wicked times
gotta know where to hide
i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still
feel uneasy when the storm comes
it makes it seem nothing
then it becomes everything
i hold it tight in these hands of mine then it
turns to sand again
these are wicked times
gotta know where to hide
i know it all like an unwritten rule yet i still
feel uneasy when the storm, when the
storm comes.
these are wicked times.
|
