Premonitions speak volume
In the moments I find you
Drowning out the dreams I have
They always seem too real
Falling out of the mission
Timing’s always an issue
Locking eyes with a stranger
Seconds taking too long, my heartbeat’s beating the drum, I feel the Cherryland Stomp
When you walk alone
Inside a home
That’s meant to gather all forgotten souls
You take a risk
Wage it all
For a chance
You may be right
We're in a fight
Never surrender
Enemies
They're hard to cease
You are the passionate one
