LYRICS
If ever there was a question of what she should do
Just call on emotion and it will lead you right to
The very location that she's been struggling through
Uncanny devotion in the eyes of those she knew
If ever there was a soul-selling opportunity
Her wrists would wring and fists would beat upon you
That shifting wave converts your red tint
LYRICS
If ever there was a question of what she should do
Just call on emotion and it will lead you right to
The very location that she's been struggling through
Uncanny devotion in the eyes of those she knew
If ever there was a soul-selling opportunity
Her wrists would wring and fists would beat upon you
That shifting wave converts your red tint to blue-
blooded habits die a stomach-turning hue
It's a sickening choice, letting your voice out
There's a notion that it's never too late
So if these 15, 16, 17 and 18 years don't mean a thing
Then this 19th should surely be great
If ever there was a question of what she could be
Their eyes full of surprise at ability
That shifting wave reverts back to the sea
The air is blanketed with immobility
It's a gut-wrenching choice, letting your voice swim in the ocean
Where it's drowned by things of late
So if these 15, 16, 17 and 18 years don't mean a thing
Then this 19th should surely be great
I said that this 19th should surely be great
So if these 15, 16, 17 and 18 years don't mean a thing
Then this tired heart is surely gonna break