Sixth Sense - Donna Lewis

Running out the door

Running through the gates

Setting up the soldier force

Amplify the fear

Do I have the faith

Relying on the ghost in front of me

And I can see

The coldest eyes

And I can see

The hoplessness

Lightning flash

Time stands still

Hanging high

Dark and cold

I wish I was popular

Adoring eyes around me

And I can see

The coldest eyes

And I can see

The hoplessness

And I can see

The damaged and the damned

And I can see

That you don’t know that

You’re broken

And you’re not here

And you’re not real

And I’m sorry

It’s a dead dream

You’re a nice man

And I wish

I wish

I could

Purify the fountain

And I wish

I wish

I could

Purify the fountain

And I wish

I could…