- cifra
How will this pan out?
Search and wish, so loud
Keep a candle burning
To each his own shall learn
Before I turn in envy, I learn through sorrow
I turn in envy and go to the wall
See how the colours run and feel your sunday rest
Give me a name, ring it in, some change is for the best
Oh I may not win the race
I may not reach the top
Oh I may not live your way
Doesnt mean I'm stuck here
We may not fit the mold
Kind of going off now
The medicine inside takes a stronger hold
As we turn in envy, I learn through sorrow
I turn in envy and go to the wall
Before I learn in envy, I learn through sorrow
I learn in envy and go to the wall to the wall
To the wall, to the wall, to the wall, to the wall, to the wall
