Words by michelle branch Music by michelle branch & will golden Dada duda duda duda...
D a d a e (no chord) a d a Oh, the streets of rome...
so i wear you out... so who would've thought that you'd still be here now...
I've got no money Could you spare a dime? I got the plan If you...
Pick up the pieces and we'll throw them away, throw them away and replace them...
oh dark night, in silence broken ban, shackles of fear,...
come on, tell me who you really are Stop with...
I travelled across the edges of my soul, add it...
a glance back, a glance into the now tears sweeten...
deeply hidden in the deepest wood black is the night...
a new day, a new struggle, blank walls scream narrowness...
look into the wide, wild liberty look well, it's reality...
walls collapse onto me, I ride the storm of rage...