Split Second

Coming close
Cautiously
I know if my hands would tremble I would fall

Holding on
Concentrate
In a burst a massive force takes me away

Now I'm finding myself on ground
All I had is torn

Weary eyes
The air is haze
I feel down my calves if they are still at place

Try to shout
Aspirate
I am waiting desperately to ease my pain

Now I'm finding myself on ground
All I had is torn
But I can't figure out what I have done

Now I'm finding myself on ground
All I had is torn



Credits
Writer(s): Arne Bredehöft, Julian Heine, Martin Brade, Sven Stappert, Thorben Bruns
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