Mother I'm sinning I'm letting all my wishes pass me by So drunken Confusing all false prophets with good guys Now i'm begging and hoping that you'll save me from my mind So close now I'm on the edge of solace and divide
On the fault line And i'm looking for a long time Sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night On the bright light
On the fault line And i'm looking for a long time Sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night On the bright light
Brother, stop sinning and listen to your mother when she cries She's worried you're doing something stupid then you'll die With your hands up defensive of your loves tongue-tied Don't worry, just come back in a hurry and hold me tight
On the fault line And i'm looking for a long time Sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night On the bright light
On the fault line And i'm looking for a long time Sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night On the bright light
