I made it here I made it there
Is all it’s got to take
Another buss we’re gonna miss
It’s nothing left to state
Price is high result it low
When you push it all aside
And a few returns that is happening to me
The voice is always calling
The hunting in your ears
Everyday we’re mad
With all those wasted years
You don’t need to listen
And I am back at this
I wonder if I would make it
With all those wasted years
Darken chicks around the hour
There’s always someone when
When the night takes it back
All you do is sit and stare
The TV screen is young and spread
Does it takes your thoughts away
And the late night host is looking older again
The voice is always calling
The hunting in your ears
Everyday we’re mad
With all those wasted years
You don’t need to listen
And I am back at this
I wonder if I would make it
With all those wasted years
Wait for the signs and wait for the call
Wait for the moment before the fall
This world is spinning round and twisting your mind
Spinning round spinning round and twisting your mind
Rise yourself it’s so surreal
Could it all gone so wrong
Every morning raise your heads
And find now it’s a new day diamond
The voice is always calling
The hunting in your ears
Everyday we’re mad
With all those wasted years
You don’t need to listen
And I am back at this
I wonder if I would make it
With all those wasted years
Are you waiting for a savior
All those wasted years
All you waiting for a savior
All those wasted years