Extreme - Watching Waiting |
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Watching Waiting
Extreme Hanging above the ground All my limbs are bound You're on the right hand Tears from eyes that cannot see With your head down He took the blame from me So shall it be written So shall it be done Not even knowing Watching, waiting Who you are Staring at the Son We start to question why Three hours have gone by The three untie into one Darkness falls in finding out Why you must die Please forgive us Father We can no longer see the Son We know not what we've done |
