Fumbling his confidence and wondering why the world has passed him by. Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments and failed attempts to fly, fly.
We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside, somewhere we live inside. We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside.
Dreaming about providence and whether mice or men have second tries.
Maybe we’ve been livin with our eyes half open, maybe we’re bent and broken, brokenm
We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside. Somewhere we live inside. We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside.
We want more than this world’s got to offer. We want more than this world’s got to offer. We want more than the wars of our fathers. And everything inside screams for second life.
We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more. Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live. We were meant to live.
Varenda del av mig ryser, varenda del av mig njuter, varenda del av mig hör, varenda del av mig älskar.
Jonathan Foreman! Du är gud!
Åh, nu kom refrängen igen. Och jag känner hur håren på armarna reser sig. Jag älskar den här människan, jag älskar den här gruppen. Jag älskar deras texter. Jag älskar deras musik. Jag älskar, jag älskar, jag älskar!
Det är allt jag kan säga. Resten sitter i hjärtat. De mest outtalade, det mest betydelsefulla..