Lyrics

Windows, by design they're always closed It's hopeless, they'll never open oh no And burning we can't escape this house alone On the best night we work to Sunday for ... life So for a ... so, can ... to now Nothing matters but here after, here after Becoming, something I never was before Awakened, by the truth I can't ignore And journeying on to the path I have in stored On the best night we work to Sunday for ... life So for a ... so, can ... to now Nothing matters but here after, here after Becoming, something I never was before Awakened, by the truth I can't ignore And journeying on to the path I have in stored It's sound ... line, but it works for me Feels like I'm running in vain, I know that you can see If you can read my mind as be as lost as me Only changes time So I'll wait to Sunday morning I'll see the light Before a dying soul, conflicted now Though nothing matters but here after, here after Wait till Sunday morning I'll see the light Before a dying soul, conflicted now Though nothing matters but here after, here after