Gamut by Mugga
I saw our home on the way out.
The window blinds kind of seem
Like if no time has passed since.
All of a sudden the voice of destiny
Whispers things into my ears,
With this tingling everywhere
That is taking over me.
Take your time to praise your life.
Beyond wrong gods thereâs still light.
Take your chance.
Look in the eyes of life as the god you are.
Itâs time to make your stand,
Beautiful thing born from others love.
Tell me when that time comes.
Scenes from the past entrapping my soul,
Trying to revive moments once lost.
I always recalled you laughing out loud,
And all that I did was for you to be proud.
Sometimes love hurts, making me crawl.
You patch up my heart, making it whole.
Time after time, making it shine.
Making my way outâ?
Making my way out.
Making my way out of this springs of sorrow.
Making my way out, take my hand and come with me.
Making my way out I always loved you.
Soak up the light.
Stare at the light.