In that garden, past the colors There is black and white And they all ask the questions You know the answers to And in my quest for new salvation And dividing wrong from right I felt fingers push right through Someday this will all make sense to me New icon make a random attire Pretty standing on the top of distinction So we sat for a while, on the floor Of the aisle, of the temple I was So how about you did you say Wont there at least come a day When we ask ourselves When can we breath again? You asked for freedom You asked for patience, youre alive This tiny trembling is the hand Of indecision, all your own Cuz in the end its only I Someday this will all make sense to me In between a walking dream or the shadow We ask if we cry ourselves aloud Do the tears in your eyes belong To realize our sense? So how about you did you say Wont there at least come a day When we ask ourselves When can we breath again?
ask, sense, least, asked, someday