Eleventh Hour Songtext
von Joe Bailey

He gets no sleep, he cannot keep, his eyes open
His cloudy heart bleeds out the door
He joins the dots, he cannot stop, feeling broken
What are these silent bruises for? ′Cause he can see no more

Sugar coating turning sour
Half life at the eleventh hour


His pallid skin is giving in to the routine
Each day, no different from the last
A thousand words lined up in herds with no translation
The years have scratched and torn his mask, and now it's tearing fast

Sugar coating turning sour
Half life at the eleventh hour
Breathing, choking, losing power
Triumph comes at the eleventh hour