The Way

LAYTO

Compositor: Layto

Far back, time ago
I was standing all alone
Freezed lips, sharp tips
Shaking with the tightest grip
Glazed eyes, on time
Punch in when the clock is nine
Hold you close, hope I'm right
Lightning, strike me on this night
Mad ways, sad days
Over in a change of pace
Ship sank, pullin' rank
Float up to my thinkin' tank

Knees on ground
I would pray out loud
Low boy, see that sky
Lord, just let me fly
I would fall asleep
To my darkest dream
All the truth I seek
Calling out to me

New speak, show and tell
This will be my hardest sell
Wise men always say
Sadness wraps in golden plates
High time, stop or roll
Never sell that open soul
Mind free, time me
Up until you clear the noise

Knees on ground
I would pray out loud
Low boy, see that sky
Lord, just let me fly
I would fall asleep
To my darkest dream
All the truth I seek
Calling out to me

Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (hey)

Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (hey)

Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na (hey)