Abating God کے بول

An undefined eye keeping me up strong In a place of harmonic mean reborn You will find An abating of a God As I lay here on the ground I think of it over and over There’s nothing left to keep me out And as I lay here on the ground (Who am I?) I think of you over and over (With these things that you’re thinking) There’s nothing left to keep me out (Cut me out) And as I lay here on the ground (Who am I?) I think of you over and over (With these things that you’re thinking) There’s nothing left to hear that sound (Cut me out) Will I ever see your face again? I’m in a cage so won’t you lock me up (Well you, could be, oh I will try)