@migu music@

every tree has got her root and every girl forbidden fruit

and the path i chose to go, a different girl so long ago,

well i had my reasons..

and she's in my head so loud and screaming

“should you be proud of what you came from”?

“you've been crippled and you've walked and you've been shut up and you've talked so let's talk some more”..

where is the hand for me to reach?

where is the moral i'll never teach myself?

in all the black, in all the grief, i am redeemed…

and it's ripping at my heart cause i've been dodging all these darts

and on a slow train

and i wear it till it tatters and it shatters on the floor

in instant replay

well we're all rotten and we're pure and we're just looking for a cure that feels like spring snow

and what we have is what we are and where we've been got us this far so let me go…

where is the hand for me to reach?

where is the moral i'll never teach myself?

in all the black, in all the grief, i am redeemed…

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah

oh ho oh ho oh ho …2x

where is the hand for me to reach?

where is the moral i'll never teach myself?

in all the black, in all the grief, through all the pain

and unbelief- these are the words that they all scream..