When I face the day of my own ressurection,
Should I stumble or I fall, my life will carry on.
For what it is I see, through these eyes.
Life, is a place, like a broken arrow cutting through
? lies, and still I'm reaching, as far as I can see, will it become a part of me?
Through these eyes, I've seen the dream,
The waiting's over, I've waited all my life
(Taking all my time)
When I face the day of my own ressurection,
Should I stumble or I fall, my life will carry on.
For what it is I see, through these eyes.
I play the fool, just a superman with a vision
Fixed on now, and still I'm reaching as far as I can see
will it become a part of me
Should I stumble or I fall, my life will carry on.
For what it is I see, through these eyes.
Life, is a place, like a broken arrow cutting through
? lies, and still I'm reaching, as far as I can see, will it become a part of me?
Through these eyes, I've seen the dream,
The waiting's over, I've waited all my life
(Taking all my time)
When I face the day of my own ressurection,
Should I stumble or I fall, my life will carry on.
For what it is I see, through these eyes.
I play the fool, just a superman with a vision
Fixed on now, and still I'm reaching as far as I can see
will it become a part of me