St Paul's

I told you not to take me here

I might just turn to dust and ashes blowing in the air

Invading my dreams, speaking in tongues

Wish I could scream at the top of my lungs

Stare out the window at the red sunken sun

Do I let myself float or can I still run

Out of time

You don’t wanna die… do ya?

I have a name that no one knows

They only know my veins and how to fill them full of holes

Wrong kind of high, asleep or awake

Seconds go by... or has it been days?

Stare out the window at the red sunken sun

Should I let myself float or can I still run

Out of time

You don’t wanna die… do ya?

Why am I still here at all?

Why am I still here at all?

Why am I still here at all?

Why?

You don’t wanna die

You don’t wanna die

You don’t wanna die

Do ya?