Standing, on thee again. Bleeding, but none of us leaving, Watch your mouth son or youâ??ll find yourself floating home. Here we come now on a dark star, seeing demons, not what we are. Tiny minds and eager hands hands will try to strike but now will end today. Thereâ??s progress now where there once was none, where there once was ah, then everything came along. Although no one understood, we were holding back the flood learning how to dance the rain There was more of them than us now they (azchords.com)
