Текст песни Elizabeth Grace - Wanting, Searching, Finding, Regret

Wanting, Searching, Finding, Regret

A few more hours of choking,
fate has found me but it's keepin' me alive.
I'll lead you to the river, I promise,
where you people can wash me down.

I'm scratching to know how you live,
the water rushes through your veins
Like I'm a plague and hearing you,
And its washing me away,
But I'm an open book they say,
like a liar every song I wanna be but
There's got to be a fate to change this

I'm searching for a weapon
I'm searching for the cure
Ohh Ohh
I'm searching for a weapon
I'm searching for the cure

So, let me know when I'm gone
How you'll move on
in sweet belief, in sweet relief
So let me go
And I'll move on
and I'll be strong in all these things
I wanna be so bad,
when I'm afraid I wanna find you wide awake,
Ignorance is all I am..all I am..

I'm screaming for the weapon,
I'm screaming for a cure
So frail,
I'm a king too weak to fail,
Coming closer together,
I'm a love, that never stays together,
I'm searching for the weapon,
and I'll paint him 'cause he's only
Perfection
Perfection,
I'll savage my heart for the day
Things make sense,
Sense.