Ebben 가사

See how they go See the way they rise up All of my dreams Up in front of me Oh I I could grab them Shoot them down and stab them But I murdered them all All before they fall It's a gentle pluck A pluck not birthed from luck A slow and steady growth Filled with ebb and flow Maybe I'm not the star Whose light blinds those who saw The creature from a distance Impaired and now they've missed it Rise up Up in front of me Stab them All before they fall From luck Filled with ebb and flow Who saw See they way they rise above Away Save them you want to