Idioma Origen:
It feels so pointless is anyone there?
Where is your faith that keeps you moving?
Who decides how far we go,
Who walks behind us incase we trip over, the smallest crack.
Am I unworthy?
These things can only be said so many times
Before they become our fears.
And I find myself swimming farther,
Than I ever planned to go
Out in this lost ocean, this lost ocean.
Perfection will never over power us.
Don't hide from the light
They can't burn bright forever.
And I find myself swimming farther,
Than I ever planned to go
Out in this lost ocean, ocean.
I still feel hate reaching out to save me.
It's deep down oh but it's there.
Idioma Destino:
It feels so pointless is anyone there?
Where is your faith that keeps you moving?
Who decides how far we go,
Who walks behind us incase we trip over, the smallest crack.
Am I unworthy?
These things can only be said so many times
Before they become our fears.
And I find myself swimming farther,
Than I ever planned to go
Out in this lost ocean, this lost ocean.
Perfection will never over power us.
Don't hide from the light
They can't burn bright forever.
And I find myself swimming farther,
Than I ever planned to go
Out in this lost ocean, ocean.
I still feel hate reaching out to save me.
It's deep down oh but it's there.