| [00:00.30][01:49.77] |
You can't fight the feeling |
| [00:02.51][01:51.56] |
While aiming for the stars |
| [00:05.07] |
You might hit the ceiling |
| [00:06.58][01:55.68] |
To be healing from the scars |
| [00:09.04][01:58.16] |
Through aftershock tremors |
| [00:11.15][02:00.23] |
Through inclement weather |
| [00:13.31][02:02.42] |
Through anything ever |
| [00:15.74][02:04.79] |
Here we came sir |
| [00:17.17][02:06.27] |
Rise around |
| [00:39.70] |
From stony ground, I'm far away |
| [00:43.99] |
Upon my path, upon my way |
| [00:48.41] |
The wasted days are history |
| [00:52.64][01:27.55] |
The future is a mystery |
| [00:56.34][01:31.23][01:40.22][02:32.62][02:41.31] |
I've got my own brain |
| [01:14.64] |
It's good to look, on route to stare |
| [01:18.77] |
A second glance as you're laid bare |
| [01:23.15] |
Your action's more than systole |
| [01:35.78][02:36.93] |
I got the one aim |
| [01:44.21][02:45.33] |
An anagram of my own name |
| [01:54.05] |
You may hit the ceiling |
| [02:24.30] |
The realms I found |
| [02:26.48] |
Are where I stay |
| [02:28.56] |
My blood flow halts |
| [02:30.88] |
My temple veins |
| [02:50.90] |
Own brain |
