Now I pick up things like radar Searching for a dream that's sour
The hour of power Reaches for the sky Thinking this so turmoil Life's supporting, mission futile I am falling graceful Papa I defy
In the eye of the storm before us, I plan to lay my body down
Calling My America
Now my dream is turning wretched Beautiful the breakdown Shakes my being apart me Dying in the rapture Power I can't capture I am falling graceful Papa I defy
In the eye of the storm before us, I plan to lay my body down