Another place to call home
As it goes on and on...
Another place to call home
As it's the only thing we know...
Maybe, in this life, we'll see what it really means: to be.
They constructed a lie that we shouldn't really see,
You'll be forgiven now
Even if I don't make a sound...
Time will receive takes everything
To feel rejected To be neglected
Would you just forgive me, now?
Even when I don't make a sound
If I don't make a sound, will you just forgive me?
Or is it too soon?
Will you just forgive me?
Or is it too soon?