The Cult Sounds - Sixth Day Hallelujah Lyrics

What a waste
My time and patience here
They nearly took the flame from me
But I'm still feeling
Like there's a secret chord
That I might please the lord
And paint the world a different shade
Of unappealing

How do I say
My place is not in you
But in another far away
From where I'm steering
Sometimes I lie awake
Lost in a hopeless state
And hoping hope will find a way
Of reappearing

I'll let you scratch away my scales to show you what I hide
I'll scrape my back against your gates to lie there dead inside
Give me a moment to alleviate this throbbing ache
To speak the words I need to speak before it's all too late
Perhaps the time is gone, perhaps the time is now
Perhaps the time is gone, perhaps the time is now

Perhaps the time is gone, perhaps the time is now
Perhaps the time is gone, perhaps the time is now