Seven

Sew it on, face the fool
Decembers tragic drive
When time is poetryAnd stolen the world outside
The waiting crush my heart
(Could)
NoSew it on, face the fool
The tide breaks a wave of fear
And brave songs disappearThe secret voice of dawn
This last time
Raise my eyes
NoYoull taste it
Youll taste it
In time
In time
In time
In timeThe right words
In time
The right words
In timeSew it on, face the fool
The mirrors lie
Those arent my eyesDestroy them, raise my hand
Reflects in savage shards
A new face, soul reborn
NoYoull taste it
Youll taste it
In time
In time
In time
In timeThe right words
In time
The right words
In time