Remake me Songtext

von Dispatch

I cross the street to find my dream
But it had got so tired
And as I feel past these alleyways and buildings
I see all the faces they all look straight ahead
I turn the corner for some sheleter
And the ground begins to quiver
I hold the past in this fist
I will go if you beckon me on.
And through broken glass I see a hand
It's reaching telling me to hurry
I hear a voice inside god it sounds like mine

Chorus: Don't remake me
Turning the clock
I find you are not at fault for what you did
Don't remake me
Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did.

I'm gonna pretend I'm flying because I can't
Can't see the ground from this window
When I get down You and me, we're gonna kick our feet
Kick our feet through a sea of fears.
You pulled on my arm on my legs
Tried to talk you always answered me with that wild old stare.

Chorus: Don't remake me
Turning the clock
I find you are not at fault for what you did
Don't remake me
Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did.