Besedila: Edwin McCain. Misguided Roses. Rhythm of Life.

The rhythm of life, Heaven withstanding
And smiling we're all swept away
The rhythm of life is not so demanding
As some caught in narrows would say

Fragile as ships as we pass through Gibraltar
The sirens have long given way
Dark as the murky graveyard of sailors
Whispering secrets told in the crashing waves

The beating of hearts set walls to trembling
The power of silence persuades
The stumbling feet they stagger predestined
We all end up wild eyed and crazed

And from that madness most jaded of vision
Reflections of horror invade
Running and falling relinquish your venom
The antidote surely will cause your affliction to fade

How little we know of what we are blessed with
Our shimmering island it turns
How little we look at what we see clearly
Of tragedy's lessons not learned

Sleeping through classes, we'll make it up later
There's still so much time left to go
Misguided roses, we bloom in October
'Merging triumphant in time for the season's first snow

The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the

The rhythm of, the beating of
The rhythm of, the beating of
Rhythm of life