T, Thousand Foot Krutch
I've got things that make me feel unordinary, not necessarily in need of therapy, and I know
things have been slipping. Loosening my grip, how much closer until I'm bound to hit the
ground. Sound the alarm, but remain calm, my time is drawn, never meant to cause anyone harm.
This time things will be different. I promise, I really promise, and this time things will be
different, and it grows and grows, and grows.
Cause it's the way we talk, the way we walk, the way your words connect my thoughts. The way
we move, the way we stand, the way our world is in your hands. My life's just like a prison, we
Thousand Foot Krutch