I'm washing off my face
And I'm lowering my guard in faith
You might be who you say you are
So tell me who you are, who you are
I'm beginning to tell you my fears
Letting you in my heart, and saying, that
I'm scared, that you're not at your word
So tell me who you are, who you are!
Awaken the sleeping
From their nightmarish weeping
Tell them they're only dreaming
And then show them the real things
Tell them it's morning
And it's no longer pouring
Give them reason from the door frame
That they'd get up this evening
Sun rises, so slowly
In the cold early mornings
Water works, so hasty
Like their fathers' tongues tasting
Mama's blood, as its dripping
From the bruises he's leaving
So tell me now
That you're not gonna be like he was
Inolonger - Alice, Pt. 2 Lyrics
Inolonger - Alice, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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I'm washing off my face
And I'm lowering my guard in faith
You might be who you say you are
So tell me who you are, who you are
I'm beginning to tell you my fears
Letting you in my heart, and saying, that
I'm scared, that you're not at your word
So tell me who you are, who you are!
Awaken the sleeping
From their nightmarish weeping
Tell them they're only dreaming
And then show them the real things
Tell them it's morning
And it's no longer pouring
Give them reason from the door frame
That they'd get up this evening
Sun rises, so slowly
In the cold early mornings
Water works, so hasty
Like their fathers' tongues tasting
Mama's blood, as its dripping
From the bruises he's leaving
So tell me now
That you're not gonna be like he was
And I'm lowering my guard in faith
You might be who you say you are
So tell me who you are, who you are
I'm beginning to tell you my fears
Letting you in my heart, and saying, that
I'm scared, that you're not at your word
So tell me who you are, who you are!
Awaken the sleeping
From their nightmarish weeping
Tell them they're only dreaming
And then show them the real things
Tell them it's morning
And it's no longer pouring
Give them reason from the door frame
That they'd get up this evening
Sun rises, so slowly
In the cold early mornings
Water works, so hasty
Like their fathers' tongues tasting
Mama's blood, as its dripping
From the bruises he's leaving
So tell me now
That you're not gonna be like he was
Writer: John Lathrop
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid