Hope - HAERTS

Young, is the air that fools breathe

Is their hope,

That is one that they see

Breathe, there’s no reason to speak

I will follow

Do we see for the reason,

Break for the dark

They ride it

Building the bridges

On common grounds

We hope for what’s never been there

Is to lose, the ragged shows that we wear

Then we search for the reason

And dream for the thoughts

They ride it

Building the bridges

On common grounds

Now the crazy don’t want to believe

But what do I know?

I’m just hoping it slow

They will fall like all the others

That’s just how life goes

Don’t rush, don’t

The finish line, you promised me

There will be hope

Then we search for the reason

And search for the thoughts

They ride it

Building the bridges

On common grounds

Now the crazy don’t want to believe

But what do I know?

I’m just hoping it slow

Hoping it slow

Hoping it slow.