Sit still and take closure, it's your time
Turn your back on them, leave the fight
Stranded and afraid
The world knows nothing of mistakes
Something here is blatant
Something here's not right
Something tells me that these guns
They're gonna pick a fight
Something's always wrong and that thing will never change
Although it echoes in space
Why would I invite your imperfections
You leave us here alone without direction
Heal the hearts of this place
Believe in tomorrow's saving grace
Something here is blatant
Something here's not right
Something tells me that these guns,
They're gonna pick a fight
Something's always wrong and that thing will never change
Although it echoes in space
(Oh)
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Sit still and take closure, it's your time
Turn your back on them, leave the fight
Stranded and afraid
The world knows nothing of mistakes
Something here is blatant
Something here's not right
Something tells me that these guns
They're gonna pick a fight
Something's always wrong and that thing will never change
Although it echoes in space
Why would I invite your imperfections
You leave us here alone without direction
Heal the hearts of this place
Believe in tomorrow's saving grace
Something here is blatant
Something here's not right
Something tells me that these guns,
They're gonna pick a fight
Something's always wrong and that thing will never change
Although it echoes in space
(Oh)
Turn your back on them, leave the fight
Stranded and afraid
The world knows nothing of mistakes
Something here is blatant
Something here's not right
Something tells me that these guns
They're gonna pick a fight
Something's always wrong and that thing will never change
Although it echoes in space
Why would I invite your imperfections
You leave us here alone without direction
Heal the hearts of this place
Believe in tomorrow's saving grace
Something here is blatant
Something here's not right
Something tells me that these guns,
They're gonna pick a fight
Something's always wrong and that thing will never change
Although it echoes in space
(Oh)
Writer: Mike Barkasy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid