Ray Wilson - Taking time paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Taking time - Ray Wilson



I'm taking time, getting over it
Burying my head in the sand
Losing faith in reality, first hand
Staying calm through the crisis
Staring my fears in the face
Living live in overdrive, always, i'll never change
Your words are colourful
I'm black and blue
I'm falling into
Taking my time, staying in control
Trying hard to figure out, what it's all for
I'm caught in two minds and lonely as hell
Losing all patience, i know it too well
If only i'd listened to my friends
I wish i could just run away
This fall from grace is too much, i'm stranded alone
Carrying a weight, talking to myself, don't know what's worse
Been frozen out, it's cold in hell
Yet here i am making peace with the devil
Blistered down to my fingers
Working my life to the bone
So stressed out, i can hardly sleep
Alone, i'm so alone
Your eyes of steel, just make, me feel
So cold inside
You lied to me
Taking my time, staying in control
Trying hard to figure out, what it's all for
I'm caught in two minds and lonely as hell
Losing all patience, i know it too well
If only i'd listened to my friends
I wish i could just run away
This fall from grace is too much, i'm stranded alone
Carrying a weight, talking to myself, don't know what's worse
Been frozen out, it's cold in hell
Yet here i am making peace with the devil
I must be crazy in head
To believe the things you told me
I knew that they were lies
But convinced myself that some how you and i could find a way
Taking my time, staying in control
Trying hard to figure out, what it's all for
I'm caught in two minds and lonely as hell
Losing all patience, i know it too well
If only i'd listened to my friends
I wish i could just run away
This fall from grace is too much, i'm stranded alone
Carrying a weight, talking to myself, don't know what's worse
Been frozen out, it's cold in hell
Yet here i am making peace with the devil
"Woe to you oh earth and sea, for the devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short. Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a humn number, it's number is 666"



Writer(s): Scott Spence, Raymond William Wilson


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