كلمات Crowded

There are a million things That want the best of me Now my head is spinning And back and forth I weave It all looks the same to me Is it good or bad? But I read that the truth shall set me free So make a sound in me What I need to hear Is muddled with uncertainty, Mediocrity, and lack of sleep There are a thousand things That try to turn my head And my blinking eyes Are they easily led It all feels the same to me Is it good or bad? It all feels the same to me But I read that the free are free indeed So make a sound in me What I need to hear Is muddled with uncertainty, Mediocrity, and lack of sleep So speak into my ear What I want to hear Is married to simplicity, The King of Kings, and less of me So come on down I have much to, much to say Be quiet now And just you stay So make a sound in me What I need to hear Is muddled with uncertainty, Mediocrity, and lack of sleep So speak into my ear What I want to hear Is married to simplicity, The King of Kings, and less of me