Better or worse Together we've learnt Holding hands only fingers crossed
Real or false There's sweat in our palms When we look back on our action, When we see the connection To everything
And now we're whispering when we're allowed to shout From the sky to the ground We go again another round Looking for ears To whisper things they want to hear Looking for years...
Your words don't work on me Your words don't let me free Your words don't work on me Your words just made me...