verse 1
I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs
Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I?ve done and left undone
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I?ve done and left undone
Trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they?d go
A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow
I will leave this firing line, I have nothing to rewind
I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I?ve done and left undone