Lyrics

Wayward

Cold window/empty season
Gave up trying to make a sound
Shadows black and freezing
Rise like demons from under the ground

Wheels turning/icons falling
Someone shouldering into place
Time to hear your calling
Another day in the endless waste

Wayward spinning without an aim
Wayward spinning and not a soul to relieve you

Cold future/no one?s buying
No one cares about the score
Wake up, no sense trying
There?s no dreamer behind the door

Wayward spinning without an aim
Wayward spinning without a soul to relieve you

Cold future/no one?s buying
No one cares about the score
Wake up, no sense trying
There?s no dreamer behind the door

Wayward spinning without an aim
Wayward spinning without a soul to relieve you

Wayward spinning without an aim

Wayward spinning without a soul to believe in you

©2004 Leighton Christopher-Smith (pseudonym for Robert Mendonsa)
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