Harper Blynn
All The Noise
When I wake up, I am far behindHolding papers, tickers, bells and crimeThe light sneaks through my shadeAnd the grainy visions fadeCatch them when the shadows come around againIt's getting hard to sing above the noiseAnd even weaker voices have no choiceHold the rails and stay the courseScream until your voice gets hoarseGet out of the wayThese streets are runawayMmm mmm...Sun up, sun downDays lost and foundI've got rhythmStuck in timeCome release me, pleaseIt's getting hard to sing above the noise
From Letras Mania