the last of my humanity Brushing the hair from it?s face I am locked into a dead stare It?s open pupils act as a mirror and they a reflecting back at
with the last of my humanity Brushing the hair from it?s face I am locked into a dead stare It?s open pupils act as a mirror and they a reflecting back
(Mark Erelli) I'm not the kind to believe in superstition Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction You race through my blood, some kind
torn Down down down, meet my pain tonight Somewhere out there lies a girl, stolen by a broken world Can't escape my frozen past, shattered like a rock
(Mark Erelli) I'm not the kind to believe in superstition Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction You race through my blood, some
