Testo: Everyday Sunday. Anthems For The Imperfect. To The Skies.

God, I never saw this coming
Did you see this coming around
So tired of my self, so tired of feeling like
I let You down

Have the angels take a message to the skies
I?m lost without You, it?s no surprise
I?m falling down one more time
Holding back nothing

Always wish I was someone else
Do I make You wish that now
I?m nothing without You
And maybe the worst part is
That?s been all right with me

Will I come up swinging?
Will I stand up stronger?
Will I fall down screaming?
I can?t take this any longer
I didn?t understand, but then I took Your hand
And nothing was the same again