Disconnected
Disconnected and humiliated
Could you save me from the dying sun
I pray the wind to blow me away
And save us from the dying sun
Could the beauty, deliver me
And send us far away?
Save us from the dying sun/son
Save us, send us away
It’s the blue in his eyes that broke me
But they couldn’t wash my sins away
Father figure, figure this out
Father figure. You’re making me proud
With the heart of a saint, and the mind of a sinner
Sing for me, I need to feel anything
We could ride on the back of the sun
And take the whole world on
Let’s be one from here on in
We could take on anyone
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