I look in the mirror, and it don't seem too late | |
But I can remember why I have to wait | |
It keeps me spinning, in a spiral I fall | |
There's nothing to cling to, no-one to hear me call | |
This time, well it's now or never | |
I know, ‘cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor | |
I laugh on the outside, but still with a terrible fear | |
A burning amibition, yeah it's all I can hear | |
I'm cut by the splinters, been burned by the rope | |
A proposition, in an entry of hope | |
This time, well it's now or never | |
I know, ‘cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor | |
Thrown on the floor | |
This time, well it's now or never | |
I know, ‘cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor |
I look in the mirror, and it don' t seem too late | |
But I can remember why I have to wait | |
It keeps me spinning, in a spiral I fall | |
There' s nothing to cling to, noone to hear me call | |
This time, well it' s now or never | |
I know, ' cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor | |
I laugh on the outside, but still with a terrible fear | |
A burning amibition, yeah it' s all I can hear | |
I' m cut by the splinters, been burned by the rope | |
A proposition, in an entry of hope | |
This time, well it' s now or never | |
I know, ' cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor | |
Thrown on the floor | |
This time, well it' s now or never | |
I know, ' cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor |
I look in the mirror, and it don' t seem too late | |
But I can remember why I have to wait | |
It keeps me spinning, in a spiral I fall | |
There' s nothing to cling to, noone to hear me call | |
This time, well it' s now or never | |
I know, ' cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor | |
I laugh on the outside, but still with a terrible fear | |
A burning amibition, yeah it' s all I can hear | |
I' m cut by the splinters, been burned by the rope | |
A proposition, in an entry of hope | |
This time, well it' s now or never | |
I know, ' cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor | |
Thrown on the floor | |
This time, well it' s now or never | |
I know, ' cause I have been there before | |
A last chance, should be grabbed with both hands | |
Not thrown, thrown on the floor |