Serenade
Find me at the border of love and hate
Find me at the wall where you feel the tidal waves
Never sympathize with the lies of renegades
So we build borders with the strength of barricades
Pre-Chorus:
Somewhere to preach, somewhere to hide
Somewhere to love, somewhere to lie
I've never felt this feeling before
What do I feel, this feeling inside?
Maybe I'm lost, maybe I'm found
Maybe these waves are shaking the ground
Never alone, always in fear
What do I hear, can't make out the sound
With a walk like them, no
With a talk like them, no
Would have made it on my own
I would have made it on my own
Find me at the place where they praise your accolades
Find me at the place where they send the castaways
Now I hide, and you've gone so far away No
where to run, so we march with your brigade
Pre-Chorus:
Somewhere to preach, somewhere to hide
Somewhere to love, somewhere to lie
I've never felt this feeling before
What do I feel, this feeling inside?
Maybe I'm lost, maybe I'm found
Maybe these waves are shaking the ground
Never alone, always in fear
What do I hear, can't make out the sound
With a walk like them, no
With a talk like them, no
Would have made it on my own
I would have made it on my own
Felling like I'm stuck in a room with a live grenade
No where to run, just the sound of a late night serenade
With a walk like them, no
With a talk like them, no
Would have made it on my own
I would have made it on my own
Find me at the wall where you feel the tidal waves
Never sympathize with the lies of renegades
So we build borders with the strength of barricades
Pre-Chorus:
Somewhere to preach, somewhere to hide
Somewhere to love, somewhere to lie
I've never felt this feeling before
What do I feel, this feeling inside?
Maybe I'm lost, maybe I'm found
Maybe these waves are shaking the ground
Never alone, always in fear
What do I hear, can't make out the sound
With a walk like them, no
With a talk like them, no
Would have made it on my own
I would have made it on my own
Find me at the place where they praise your accolades
Find me at the place where they send the castaways
Now I hide, and you've gone so far away No
where to run, so we march with your brigade
Pre-Chorus:
Somewhere to preach, somewhere to hide
Somewhere to love, somewhere to lie
I've never felt this feeling before
What do I feel, this feeling inside?
Maybe I'm lost, maybe I'm found
Maybe these waves are shaking the ground
Never alone, always in fear
What do I hear, can't make out the sound
With a walk like them, no
With a talk like them, no
Would have made it on my own
I would have made it on my own
Felling like I'm stuck in a room with a live grenade
No where to run, just the sound of a late night serenade
With a walk like them, no
With a talk like them, no
Would have made it on my own
I would have made it on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Elijah Woods, Jamie Fine
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