[ Featuring
the Bandits ]
I am criticized, scrutinized of why I should search spend so many days excavating my hurt..
I'm a lonesome child who never knew never knew his blood, spend so many days in bed dreaming of your love
And I believe in angels to they watch us as we sleep and I believe in redemption to hide my insecurity
Four Million days, it feels like I lost
But I see an image now of the man inside of me, every day that passes there's glimmer of hope we will meet..
I see a reflection and sometimes I see a face a mirage a glimpse of that man I chase
