歌词
Did I hear you call my name?
Standing on a ledge,
Stuck inside your games,
Blood a softened red,
Readied for the winds,
Waiting for a friend,
How anything begins,
Can't be how this ends.
But I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone.
‘Cause there was something that was said
Barely out of range,
About giving up your say
And dying on a stage,
That I try to forget,
I'm still here, anyway,
Patient in my place,
Not turning the next page.
But I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone,
No, I can't picture what's to come,
Care of anyone.