100 lyrics for "We are from"
Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are We're quicker, quicker If they say Should've stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
PlayAs their castles crumble slowly We watch them fall Their crown slips from heads unworthy I'm after you As we gain control We are the children you reject and disregard These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts You can't disown us now, we are
PlayWhat do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ahh) Bury a friend, try to
PlayBreaking the law, breaking the law There I was completely wasted, out of work and down All inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die So I might as well begin to put some action in my life So much
PlayYou never talk to me What are you thinking Why won't you talk to me What are you feeling Where do we go from here It doesn't have to be like this All we need to do is make sure we keep talking We're going nowhere For millions of years mankind lived just
PlayBut I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I
PlayFly to who you are Climb upon your star Everywhere you go Your soul will find a home You'll be free to spread your wings Fly, you can fly to your heart Watch all the flowers Dance with the wind
PlayHey, hey, hey, hey, digital, digital We don't wanna change, we just want to change everything We are, we are the face of the future And they, they've been sayin', they've been sayin' the same thing From the outside everything moves right From the
PlayAnd we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on
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