Seventh Wave

Till the end of time The world stops We all stand still Let the floods come As they always do Watch the sun break through We are memories and signs Some of what we leave behind Waiting for the wave We are fragments made of time We are broken, we are fine There's something In repetition, real life Not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you I wouldn't wish it on myself The sanatorium is overworked, cannot help They steal you from a future life You've got to stop hurt A thousand ways you can escape Disappear and fade away Tell me that I'm wrong All that strength can make you weak Chasing you and chasing me all night There's something In repetition, real life Not some exhibition I wouldn't wish it on you I wouldn't wish it on myself The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help The balance is your spayed You make it back like no one else There's something Repetition, real life Real life, real life, real I wouldn't wish it on you I wouldn't wish it on myself The balance is your spayed You make it back like no one else The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help I wouldn't wish it on you I wouldn't wish it on myself Myself, myself