I've seen pictures of a bright sun shining face. And I know it. I've heard stories of a child not yet out of place. So well, I remember this. . Through it all I've learned so much about you.
Hands raised full of sin. This is where the story began. As my halo. I'm scarred by where I've been. . This ain't over, till it's over. This ain't over, till it's over, yeah.