Fault Line - O. Children

Mother!

I’m sinning

I’m letting all my wishes passes me by

So drunken

Confusing all false prophets with good guys

Now I’m begging and hoping that you’ll save me from my mind

So close now

I’m on the edge of solace and divide

On the fault line

And I’m looking for a long time

Sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night

On the bright light

On the fault line

And I’m looking for a long time

Sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night

On the bright light

Brother, stop sinning and listen to your mother when she cries

She’s worried

Your doing something stupid then you’ll die

With your hands up defensive of your loves tongue-tied

Don’t worry just come back in a hurry hold me tight

On the fault line

And I’m looking for a long time

Sick of hiding like a chameleon out of the dark night

On the bright light

On the fault line

And I’m looking for a long time

Sick of sounding a chameleon out of the dark night

On the bright light