Paroles:
Check your weapons at the door
You don't live here anymore
but a heart can not repent
if it doesn't know it's bent
it's like it's beating itself to death
There you are, still as stone
stretching skin on the bone
Well they say I've lost my will
but I'm just standing still
In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time
I'm checking out the scenery
from as high as I can be
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
And there you are in my mind
Will from living underground
Divided and divided until
noone can be found
nothing left to break down
I'm checking out the scenery
from as high as I can be
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
I'm checking out the scenery
from as high as I can be
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
Check your weapons at the door
You don't live here anymore
Well they say I've lost my will
but I'm just standing still
In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time
still breathing
still breathing
You don't live here anymore
but a heart can not repent
if it doesn't know it's bent
it's like it's beating itself to death
There you are, still as stone
stretching skin on the bone
Well they say I've lost my will
but I'm just standing still
In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time
I'm checking out the scenery
from as high as I can be
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
And there you are in my mind
Will from living underground
Divided and divided until
noone can be found
nothing left to break down
I'm checking out the scenery
from as high as I can be
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
I'm checking out the scenery
from as high as I can be
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
Come, let faith be your garden
always changing, always still
still breathing
Check your weapons at the door
You don't live here anymore
Well they say I've lost my will
but I'm just standing still
In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time
still breathing
still breathing
