Hold me close till I get up. Time is now to my shadow through the Sundays uh finding life along the way melodies we haven't played. No, I want no rest. Let go in around these walls. Fighting to create a song to my shadow through the sunrays' horizon, turn us to thousands, and we'll grow in numbers to the highways hold me close till I get up. Time is barely outside.
I don't want to waste. What's left, which and is all we'll ever through the trust through the highways to my shadow through the Sundays.
Source : MrWhiteTech