Woorden:
For The Glory Lost

I've grown sick, I've gotten older I finally have an audience to ignore me I can yell all I want but you still, still can't hear me I'm punching myself

Vertaling: New Found Glory. Ballad For The Lost Romantics.

I've grown sick I've gotten older I finally have an audience to ignore I can yell all I want But you still can't hear me I'm punching myself out Holding

Raise your fist. Never bow down You better swim or you'll get drown If you have faith for what this means A call to arms to save our dreams Think its

: I've grown sick I've gotten older I finally have an audience to ignore I can yell all I want But you still can't hear me I'm punching myself out Holding

of a dream (The birth of a sun the death of a dream) Closer to the edge This never ending story Paid for with pride and fate We all fall short of glory LOST

Heard but not replaced I ventured to talk, but I never lost my place Cast out a spell rendered for the light of day Lost in lights array, I ventured

Oh I, I will never be the same Caught in your eyes Lost in your name I will never be the same And you swore that you were bound for glory And for wanting

missin' Love is, love is Love is the greatest story Love is, love is Love is the power and glory Runnin' hard, from my past I was goin' nowhere fast Lookin' for