Beforethiscity Plains Of San Augusta
Travelling down these back roads
No patience for time
Swiftly pressing the brakes
I overtake the turn I needed to make
As my body flows through the glass
Time collapse
As I watch memories vividly pass
I can hear the sirens coming loud (I hear)
I can see the silohouette of this crowd (I hear)
The time it takes to get away
I'm not sure if I'm going to stay
Can I hope for one more day?
Can I just hope for one more day?
I'm paralyzed as the cold weather sets in
Into the red
Into the coma of submission
I can hear the sirens coming loud (I hear)
I can see the silohouette of this crowd (I hear)
The time it takes to get away
I'm not sure if I'm going to stay
Can I hope for one more day?
Can I hope for one more day?
Can I hope for one more day? (I hear)
Can I hope for one more day?
Won't you stay?
Get away
Won't you stay?
