From:
Gunfire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes that are beat
When the bass goes "bomb"
Right over my head
Step over the dead
Remember what you said
You know a part of my old life
Is just a waking dream
Well I know what you mean
But that ainīt how it seems right here, right now
How can this be real?
I can hardly feel
Anymore
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe
Blood hardens in the sand
Cold metal in my hand
Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be
Thereīs nowhere left to hide
īCause God is on our side
I keep telling myself
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe
Translate to:
Gunfire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes that are beat
When the bass goes "bomb"
Right over my head
Step over the dead
Remember what you said
You know a part of my old life
Is just a waking dream
Well I know what you mean
But that ainīt how it seems right here, right now
How can this be real?
I can hardly feel
Anymore
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe
Blood hardens in the sand
Cold metal in my hand
Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be
Thereīs nowhere left to hide
īCause God is on our side
I keep telling myself
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe