I thought I saw a man brought to life He was warm, he came around like he was dignified He showed me what is was to cry Well you couldn’t be that men I adored You don’t seem to know, don’t seem to care What your heart is for But I don’t know him anymore There’s nothing where he used to lie My conversation has run dry That’s what’s going on Nothing’s fine I’m torn
Refrão 1 I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel I’m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor Illusion never changed into something real I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn You’re a little late, I’m already torn
So I guess the fortune teller’s right Should have seen, just what was there and not some holy light But you crawled beneath my veins and now I don’t care I have no luck I don’t miss it all that much There’s just so many things that I can’t touch, I’m torn…
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There’s nothing where he used to lie My inspiration has run dry That’s what’s going on Nothing’s right I’m torn
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I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel I’m cold and I’m shamed Bound and broken on the floor You’re a little late, I’m already torn, Torn
Compositores: Scott Michael Cutler, Anne Preven, Philip Carden Thornalley (Phil Thornalley) ECAD: Obra #61471 Fonograma #596521