Besedila: Test Your Reflex. The Burning Hour. Pieces Of The Sun.

I don't wanna be the one
I don't wanna be the one who tells you
That I don't know what I've become, or what I want to be
I know I'm always on the run
I'm always searching for the final moment
And I know that it will come
Yes I will be free, I will be free

Every little thing I promised you I'll make it come true
I'm not ready to stop
What is love, little pieces of the sun
It's bound to touch you, if you're ready or not

It's getting harder everyday, as I listen to the conversations
I'm getting tired of this place,
And I need to go
I need to go

All along I've tried to hide
Afraid that you would see right through me
All the pain and tears I've cried
I've never really told the story
Nothing's left to lose this time
I'm getting out the game is ending
Promise me at least you'll try, to do the same and leave with me
Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh