Tekstovi: Better Than Ezra. Paper Empire. Wounded.

I can't tell you why the struggle to survive
Falling so hard
And all my senses lie, I can't believe my eyes
Keep on moving

With all the blood that I can give I choose to live

Tell me why we bother hurting one another with nothing left to gain
How do you explain striking down our brother, lying to a lover?
Left with what remains
We are wounded, we are wounded

I can not disguise the weight I feel inside
Some great ocean
But if love could be blind with no more compromise
What might happen

Could you make the choice to live or to forgive?

Tell me why we bother hurting one another with nothing left to gain
How do you explain striking down our brother, lying to a lover?
Left with what remains
We are wounded, we are wounded
We are wounded, we are wounded

With all the blood that I can give
With all the blood that I can give I chose to live

Tell me why we bother hurting one another with nothing left to gain
How do you explain striking down our brother, lying to a lover?
Left with what remains
We are wounded

Tell me why we bother hurting one another with nothing left to gain
How do you explain striking down our brother, lying to a lover?
Left with what remains
We are wounded, we are wounded
We are wounded, we are wounded