Seven

sew it on

face the fool

december's tragic drive

when time is poetry

when stolen the world outside

the waiting (could) crush my heart

no...

sew it on

face the fool

the tidal wave of fear

and brave songs dissapear

the secret voice of dawn

this last time raise my eyes

no...

you'll taste it

you'll taste it

in time

the right words

in time

the right words

sew it on

face the fool

the mirrors lie, those aren't my eyes

destroy them, raise my hand

reflected in savage shards

a new face, a soul reborn

no...

you'll taste it

you'll taste it

in time

the right words

in time