All the world is but a child. Screaming over all your words. No one hears your pain. There way to busy for concern, oh. . And the days become weeks. And the months turn into years.
Another lonely night in December. Jaweh, Jaweh, Jaweh. It is the time of year, people remember. Jaweh, Jaweh. . I can't find a word to say to you. I can't comprehend, I can't relate to you.
This day is dead. This day is dead. Catch him by the tongue until He says:. "I've wasted it...". . If I could tell You, I would. . All I know is I thought I saw You crawl back for more.