| Hey, will the world turn upon me | |
| Will the soul survive ultimately | |
| Oh, will peace ever be found | |
| When I drag my feet on hallowed ground | |
| And I don't want to know what the future will hold | |
| And I don't want to pray because I'm lost anyway | |
| Hey, will the pain follow me there | |
| Will I turn my back on despair | |
| Oh, will the sun shine upon me | |
| When the body dies, is the soul set free | |
| And I don't want to know what the future will hold | |
| And I don't want to pray because I'm lost anyway | |
| Because your mind can close you in | |
| And seclusion becomes a friend | |
| I won't walk away | |
| And my eyes can't fool me | |
| When your world seems at an end | |
| There's no reason to pretend | |
| That things will be okay | |
| And my eyes can't fool me | |
| To your soul | |
| I say, let it go | |
| Because your mind can close you in | |
| And seclusion becomes a friend | |
| I won't walk away | |
| And my eyes can't fool me |