Come on my little ruin Won't you open up and let me in Well time has not been kind But you're still standing here
Leave a light on in your window Won't you let me see a sign It's gonna take more than smoking mirrors Now for me this time
Come on our Mr. Sorrow Won't you sing yourself a different song The melody that made you is now worn out Sing along
Well everybody is looking at you But I can't stand to watch I've seen this scene come and go too much
And Oh How you struggle Through the hours With your sorrow leading the way And as you're stooping Among the cowards You will let them win But I'm not gonna stand aside And watch them tear you up No I'm not Because you're better than the hour And I can't say it enough It's enough What are you doing?
Come on my little ruin Wont you build yourself back up again Won't you take the time you were given You promised it to yourself
You can stand among the best of them If you could hold your own But no one's gonna do it for you now But you and you alone
And Oh How you struggle With your powers And keep your backside to the wall And, as you're counted Among the cowards Didn't see you at all But I'm caught On a rising wave and I can't get you up But I'm not Gonna stand aside And watch them tear you up No I'm not Because you're better than the hour You're better than the hour You're better than the hour You're better than the hour You're better than the hour And I can't say it enough It's enough What are you doing? What are you doing?
Compositor: Glen James Hansard (Glen Hansard) (IMRO)Editor: The Swell Season PublishingAdministração: Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #12785613 em 05/Mai/2024