Cynic
Belong
My friend you know it's okay, don't you hurt yourself
The pain is the first grace, don't you know it's time
I tell you, keep it alive now, love is the chariot you ride
Two hearts, colliding pillows, will discover peace
Their minds in search of windows, without light to breathe
I tell you, keep it alive now, love is the chariot you ride
Far is the place now, that holds you in this time
Running for shelter, hiding yourself behind your life
Healing in all ways that casts you free in time
I don't believe, I can't believe, I won't believe, it's wrong
It's wrong, it's not wrong