I guess its time to make it easier on ourselves Is it time to let our feeling have their ways? I know this time i wont do anything at all This time ill let the fire burn out of control I get a feeling i can make it on my own Like its meant to be my kingdom and my throne But i can only make it last a little more If id only let that fire burn out of control So cmon now Nomadic you, nomadic me. im walking on my knees Nomadic you, nomadic me. a lot of things to see I got a ticket for a nowhere ride Everyday ive been a bit outside Nomadic you Were so not related im so scared of heights Thats why i never learned to walk into the lights I know its time to say again youll never send me back Now its history, but the fire burned out of control Like if i was just nobody Would i still be such a mess If i would id never confess And theres you with all your sorrowns All those tears behind blackened eyes You hide behind your fake disguise
nomadic, control, sorrowns, fire, time