and wildly roaming round in this deserted place but roses have been found resembling your face I need you now to show me your crown or bless the ground on the path that I’ve found to give or to take know I don’t mind what you say but I can’t keep treading water this way
I need you now to me your crown or bless the ground on the path that I’ve found (Oh!) to give or to take know I don’t mind what you say but I can’t keep treading water this way
I will not hang around for one defining day when I figure out what’s happening you can’t expect me now, to sit around and wait and yet not scream and shout well it’s too late
