Tekstovi: Deckard. Still.

Put me out of my misery tell me how it's going to be
And I'll try hard not to try at all forget the past and leave the future for

DEAR GOD WON'T YOU LET ME KNOW
ONE WAY OR THE OTHER SO
SOMEDAY I CAN FIND A FLOW
AND GO ALONG WHERE EVER IT TAKES ME

STILL YOU'RE BREATHING
SUREFIRE SOMETHINGS HERE THAT I CAN BELIEVE IN

What I can't understand I'll stand under until the weight of expectation falls
What I can't over hear I'll hear over until it's clear to me or anyone at all