Текст песни Come Here, Become - Nick Schilder , Thomas Acda

Somewhere deep, in the back burning nose bleeds.
I know you′re soft on me, my daisy amongst the weeds.

Come here, become a statistic with me. Its troublesome 'cause there′s no guarantees. As far as I can tell...
If you were all I saw, these eyes would never blink
I'm shakin' in the raw, I′m teetering the brink
If you were all I saw, this soul would never sleep
By some divine law, it was always yours to keep.

Do your roots wanna twist around my neck?
Is this a little hidden treasure beneath the wreck?

Come here, become a statistic with me.
It′s troublesome 'cause there′s no guarantees. As far as I can tell...
If you were all I saw, these eyes would never blink
I'm shakin′ in the raw, I'm teeter in the brink
If you were all I saw, this soul would never sleep
By some divine law, it was always yours to keep.

Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade rages on within
Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade rages on within
Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade, it rages on within
Taylor made, wear your sin, while my crusade, it rages on within