| An Everyday Thing - Complete Piece
Here we are My everyday thing Walking mile after tormenting mile In the chilling rain Drenched and loving it so Getting to our end It seems more thrilling With every step we take That takes us closer Playing our way to Get threw those ordinary doors Pierced with the flaming frame of hell Burning with the light that no one really sees Waiting for the sounds of the drums to play And guitars to sing And for that singer to scream their sorrows away Out at front, where the striking echoes come from Inches away from our preacher of sanctuary Listening to every word That beautiful...ugly, and almost inhuman Singer of a messenger Relating to every word they preach Of inhumane words Just finding our way threw that crowd Not knowing exactly what's happening But letting the music flow threw our veins And breathe threw our skin Our eardrums rattling in rhythm of those bands that play Beating of the heart increases You lose control and forget Your sorrows of the day Of the everyday thing are gone And for the next day repeats - Tina << BACK >> |