Catching Fire Songtext
von Tremonti
Catching Fire Songtext
Take what′s yours, it's your turn
Leave the rest to burn
Keep your sights down below
Hold on tight or let it go
With your back to the wall
You refuse to crawl
Bury the weak in your soul
Grasp the light and let it go
You just let it go
Let it go!
You just let it go
The whole world is catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could′ve just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man, he is crying
He'll make this world his own
Make this world his own
It once was clear and now you're blind
The fear found shelter in your mind
Just one word and I will go
The sands of time are running low
When you′re awake for the war
When the shadows fall
Set your sight down below
And you will know
Yeah, and you will know
The whole world is catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could′ve just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man, he is crying
He'll make this world his own
The whole world′s catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man, he is crying
He′ll make this world his own
And make this world his own
And make this world
And make this world his own
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave the rest to burn
Keep your sights down below
Hold on tight or let it go
With your back to the wall
You refuse to crawl
Bury the weak in your soul
Grasp the light and let it go
You just let it go
Let it go!
You just let it go
The whole world is catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could′ve just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man, he is crying
He'll make this world his own
Make this world his own
It once was clear and now you're blind
The fear found shelter in your mind
Just one word and I will go
The sands of time are running low
When you′re awake for the war
When the shadows fall
Set your sight down below
And you will know
Yeah, and you will know
The whole world is catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could′ve just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man, he is crying
He'll make this world his own
The whole world′s catching fire again
The hardest thing is knowing that we could've just died instead
The preacher he is dying alone
The young man, he is crying
He′ll make this world his own
And make this world his own
And make this world
And make this world his own
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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