In my slipping mind I instill I have much to say.
And the air is dead I can sense nothing from yesterday.
Ruins all in place in which I have no memory.
Clinching to a rope that is frayed at the end.

And I feel alright
Nothing can shake this dream tonight.
Pray for the lost, will not bury the cost.
It's my turn to feel alright.

Come to find the answer the answer is null to me.
A quarter for your time and you spend it all so carelessly.
Winding to the end is this winding road never tread.
Give it to the lost maybe now they can find a way.

And I feel alright
Nothing can shake this dream tonight.
Pray for the lost, will not bury the cost.
It's my turn to feel alright.
It's my turn

Just let Go!
Let me find my way!
Go, Go!

And I feel alright,
Nothing can shake this dream tonight.
Pray for the lost, will not bury the cost.
It's my turn to feel alright.


Por Kel Monteiro