3 acessos
Wake up the world.
The tide is getting high.
The fire's burning in the sky.
(Whoa)
Fix up your broken wings,
The sense you cradered heights.
[Pre-chorus]
Let me get away from this I'll leave the place I'll never miss,
I'll scream so softly.
[Chorus]
We are the orfans, the nameless, the faceless.
We are the ones who were all left behind.
We are the angels who turn on the faces.
Who always get pushed in the back of the line.
Baby, lets leave this place.
Lets make it great this time.
We'll run until we reach the sunshine.
We fixed your broken wings but you're defined of ice.
Let us get away from this.
We'll leave the place we'll never miss.
We'll scream so softly.
[Chorus]
Scream so softly.
(Whoa) x2
Well can you hear me?
Hear me now, now, now.
[Chorus]
We are the orfans, the nameless, the faceless.
We are the ones who were all left behind.
We are the angels who turn on the faces.
We won't get pushed in the back of the line.
(To the back of the line)
Hear me now