For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

You have the power to heal yourself All illness can be healed, the cell regenerates Disambiguated situation There is a secret code, the structure of the mind Flesh bodies mute and blinded roaming uncertain, lost Infected misinformed Releasing a black

Please come home for Christmas Sure as the stars shine above Oh this is Christmas, yes Christmas my dear The time of year to be with the ones you love Then won't you tell me you'll never more roam Christmas and new Years will find you home Because it's

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral That's a pretty big trunk on

Wherever I roam This piece of home I think of all That you stand for When I'm far away And I can't get through Keeps bringing me back to you Holding on to hope There's no need to fear

Listen to them, children of the night, what music they make Paint your face, tonight we terrorize this town, Coffin case, we gather, our time is now. Ten thirty-one, we roam the streets in thirst for blood, It all begins, with you, with your life We are

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

Is beating like a drum No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue Oh, the rhythm of my heart Light it up

Homeless child What is left For the homeless child Nowhere here To call my home No one near To call my own All that's left Is for me to roam