Was running free but now the road is fading
Can't believe it got to this degree
You turn your shoulder with the face you're making
'Cause sad attempts are what you gave to me, I hope it was a lie
No one can hear you, not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favour and tell it to me straight
Capture moments in a box then keep 'em
Tucked away like they were history
Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol
Such a way to make some misery
I hope you get it right
No one can hear you, not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
So brave yourself and tell it to me
We're on the verge, brace yourself
For some kind of redemption, brace yourself
If you wanna be saved, brace yourself
For some kind of redemption, brace yourself
We're on the verge of a break

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN