Words

The sound
Look to the sound
Look to the sound

Older than age
Past expectations
With something to say
But they vote concealment
But words have a way of just coming out

Some view me a child
Caught in what's around me
Never care to see the searchlights above
One first to call me wild
Then they will all follow suit
And I'm giving up

Live in a day
Then it's all over
Something is strange
Something must break down
But words have a way of just coming out

Some view me as a child
Caught in what's around me
Never care to see the searchlights above
One first to call me wild
Then they will all follow suit
And I'm giving up



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Gunderson, Unknown Writers, Aaron Brotherton
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