Woorden:
Senses Fail Life Is Not A Waiting Room

I'm giving up all the expectations That I will live a meaningful life I once was filled with inspiration That lion heart has lost his pride I'm not the

's giving pardons soon Strike a match, light the chandelier This bedroom is a ballroom now Strike a band, make the dead dance This room is filled with corpses in costumes Strike a

many faces that I wanna be So get on your feet, wipe the dirt off and get with it Destiny waits at your door, all wrapped up with a reason To move on

in the skies So when it rains, they melt away with shame Here I am looking down at the bottom of the glasses It's all my fault that I need a sign like

love I'm going to bring a ladder and gloves So I can climb right back out If there's ever even a shred of doubt I'm gonna bring a flashlight too and Leave a

exist As a hollow house for bones The more I look every minute Is there a place where I can start again? I said goodbye so many times in my life I'

a question Its easier, I must confess To treat this life like its a waiting room for death How can I make sense of this mess? I'll Share my emptiness, with a

They bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlight Strike a match! Light the chandelier! This bedroom is a ballroom now Strike the band and make the dead dance This room is

out I've been wasting my time Standing in line And this is what life is all about Desperate As I slip the screws out from the seat I need a way to breathe