Stumble
through the stages of a song,
Fumble with the phrases I've been counting on
For so long to get by,
And feeling they apply to everyone but me.
Jesus, I have stared so hard into the light,
My vision isn't what it used to be
But with every ounce of strength I'm saving the best until the end.
Once more with feeling, and once more by your hand,
And like a tune that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band
Painted from the praises I suppose,
Framing every face I ever dared to show,
It all goes by so fast,
And here I am at last, waking from these dreams.
Jesus, I have listened to the crowds so long,
Fumble with the phrases I've been counting on
For so long to get by,
And feeling they apply to everyone but me.
Jesus, I have stared so hard into the light,
My vision isn't what it used to be
But with every ounce of strength I'm saving the best until the end.
Once more with feeling, and once more by your hand,
And like a tune that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band
Painted from the praises I suppose,
Framing every face I ever dared to show,
It all goes by so fast,
And here I am at last, waking from these dreams.
Jesus, I have listened to the crowds so long,
it's hard
to hear your voice above the screams
But with every ounce of strength I'm saving the best until the end.
Once more with feeling, and once more by your hand,
And like a tune that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band.
Lord, once more with feeling, and once more for the band
But with every ounce of strength I'm saving the best until the end.
Once more with feeling, and once more by your hand,
And like a tune that's never fading, play through me again,
Once more with feeling, and once more for the band.
Lord, once more with feeling, and once more for the band
Crumbächer
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