Shyboy - Drops

Текст песни

Standing on the ledge
Looking over head
Waiting for the night to fall
Time won’t stand still
Thoughts seem real clear
I’ve been here once before
Shattered dreams, scattered themes
Tattered & torn
They drop out of my hands
Like little grains of sand
I’ll let it go till it stops
Till the last one (the last one)
Until it drops…
Can’t keep holding on to this
Can’t keep clenching up my fist
If I’m gonna make it stop
Got to let it all drop
Weightless
As my fears hit the ground
Now I can hear them fall below
Fate whispers near
Scars dissappear
From years ago
Standing thinking fast
Waiting for the last
Taking it in before I go
Everything seems clear
The last disappears
Now I’m free to know
All the shattered dreams
With scattered themes
No longer tattered and torn