"Wake Up!" lyrics
"Wake Up!"
Same lies, undone
Seeping down through my lungs
Tell me I'm the one
Words I've barely strung
On the tip of my tongue
Face red, by the sun
I've been feeling lost since last week
It's not about you it's to do with me
It's not meant to be, still you
Give another chance, close another door
What reason are you fighting for?
When I wake up I'll reach for your
No time, eyes wide
Just say that you're mine
Who cares for my pride?
Then try, look behind
There's a place you can hide
Stray far from the side
I've been feeling lost since last week
It's not about you it's to do with me
It's not meant to be, still you
Give another chance, close another door
What reason are you fighting for?
When I wake up I'll reach for your
People have tried to replace me
I keep having dreams where I hurt them
I can't find the key that unchains me
Maybe I'll find it in your
I've been feeling lost since last week
It's not about you it's to do with me
It's not meant to be, still you
Give another chance, close another door
What reason are you fighting for?
When I wake up I'll reach for your
(I'll reach for your hand)
(I'll reach for your hand)
People have tried to replace me
I keep having dreams where I hurt them
I can't find the key that unchains me
Maybe I'll find it in your hand
Writer(s): James William Marriott, Jere Juhani Saerkkae
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