So here i am
sitting on a pile of stones
waiting for the rain to fall
to wash away the dust from my hands
so here i am
sitting on a pile of broken bones
waiting for the sun to shine
just to find my way to another day
I hear you call to me
but there's nothing i can do
i hear you call to me
but i can't help you
so here i am
nothing more to give the world
hoping for another chance
as i try to make a stand against the tide
And now i walk in fire
i see the flames are grower stronger, dancing higher
and voices from the blue
their screams will not be silenced, as i stand accused
i look for mercy in their eyes
but only find despising gazes
So here i am
wasted and torn apart
waiting for the end to come
release me from the guilt i've had to bear
so here i am
sitting on a pile of broken hearts
waiting for the end to come
and take away the burden of my fear
I hear you call to me
but there's nothing i can do
i hear you call to me
but i can't help you - but i can't help you
so here i am, sitting on a pile of stones...