| So here I am | |
| Sitting on a pile of stones | |
| Waiting for the rain to fall | |
| To wash away the dust from my hands | |
| So here I am | |
| Sitting on a pile of broken bones | |
| Waiting for the sun to shine | |
| Just to find my way to another day | |
| I hear you call to me | |
| But there's nothing I can do | |
| I hear you call to me | |
| But I can't help you | |
| So here I am | |
| Nothing more to give the world | |
| Hoping for another chance | |
| As I try to make a stand against the tide | |
| And now I walk in fire | |
| I see the flames are grower stronger, dancing higher | |
| And voices from the blue | |
| Their screams will not be silenced, as I stand accused | |
| I look for mercy in their eyes | |
| But only find despising gazes | |
| So here I am | |
| Wasted and torn apart | |
| Waiting for the end to come | |
| Release me from the guilt I've had to bear | |
| So here I am | |
| Sitting on a pile of broken hearts | |
| Waiting for the end to come | |
| And take away the burden of my fear | |
| I hear you call to me | |
| But there's nothing I can do | |
| I hear you call to me | |
| But I can't help you - But I can't help you | |
| So here I am, sitting on a pile of stones... |