Your Song

Wake up
It’s almost evening
Don’t lose another day
Stand still
And stop dreaming
You’ve got some bills to pay
Guess what
You’re not a winner
But who am I to say so
I don’t sin
But I’m a sinner
The shortest arm of the law
It doesn’t matter
Our minds scattered
Our souls are still not sold
We’re not to blame
We’re just the same
Let’s make a story that has to be told
Here’s to the lost, to the young, to believers
Keep doing everything wrong
This is your time
This is your place
This is your song
We’re coming from the underground
This is me and you, this is our sound
It’s alright, we’ve made amends
We’re failing to make you proud
Our destiny is clear and loud
We have to reach the end
It doesn’t matter
We’re in the gutter
We’re turning shit into gold
Unsafe and sorry
We’re up for glory
Let’s make a story that has to be told
Here’s to the lost, to the young, to believers
Keep doing everything wrong
This is your time
This is your place
This is your song