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Everyone around me seems to be ageing by the day lines like war maps upon their faces where is our neverland? where is our innocence? for all i
I will never let this happen, again the begining, of the end the city clocks tick us towards the end wealth neglecting 'poor?' something must be
blows, in her presence i lay -in her presence i lay numb shooting stars shared wishes for my desire was hers one day i wan't to wake to see the sunrise
fighting this war? what are we still fighting this for? open your eyes from what may awaken them to see the true night and day wake up, wake up, wake
Last night the storm an i, were caught between two seas lighting bleached the sky, thunder shook the glass the wind stripped everything, of its
half insane shoots up half the school before taking his own life wake me up when all the people wanna change these cops are on the streets there's people breaking into stores
the taps can't be turned off And there's suspect movement on the stairwell Small pictures of boats in storms Watches and money in our shoes We wake up
: Lemme school you.. [Chorus: sung] - in background I wake up... and I don't know where I am.. I wake up... and I don't know where I am.. I wake up...
Like a ship in a storm. We've been too deep in this sea to just fall. And I've never been a quitter, I believe that's the tone, Only to wake up and find
Music disciplined me, now I'm a M-16 And all my dreams are turned into cream Cause (all I do is for you) Yeah, my heart's in it, weight up, shit and sleep
Still I keep a strap for when I come across a killa I dreamt the day I'll have to fight that killa in the mirror I wake up every mornin', hit my fifth
up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge
I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where
something nigga. [Verse 2] I wake up early and stay up late I cant stop, I wont stop Shorty its too late When I was young we shot ball into milk crates
together when we fry. Down by the old maelstrom, There'll be a storm before the calm. And we will all bake together when we bake. There'll be nobody present at the wake