Hittman - Words

There was a time when an empty page and an empty plate were one. And there was a time, I thought 'bout giving in. But I swore unto my dying day, you know I could never hide. The feelings deep inside, I want it all... I want it all. It seems like my life gets worn away by wind and rain and storm. Seems like my life, it don't mean much on its own. it needs love and care and guidance just to break out from the pack. There can be no looking back if you want it all... And I want it! Words are there to hide what you're really feeling. Words make worlds collide, don't believe them. Words are only words, are only words... only words. And that's all! I lived a life of sin never gave a care for what I did. I use to think that trust was a payment and a must, I know about giving in. So let me fly like a bird up in the sky. Let me fly, for a while, I try to speak, wind blows me my words away! And I said that words are there to hide what you're really feeling, don't believe me? Words are there to hide what you're really feeling. Words make worlds collide. Words make worlds collide. Words are... only words are... only words.