Compositor: IQ
I may be wrong
But the miracle that I prayed for is here
Could be illusion, maybe some trickery
I don't know why
I'm scoring the angels
Counting all the thousand days
There were so many tears
So many times, wasting away
So what about the thousand days?
We miss the reason because of what we are
I fall silent with you
The gash I know is getting obvious
The blood of ages from
Scoring the angels
Guaranteed for all we know
There were so many tears
So many times, wasting away
So what about the thousand days?
I swerve the engine
The balance disappears
While I'm sleeping
I'm scoring the angels
Counting all the thousand days
There were so many tears
So many times, wasting away
So what about the thousand days?