Becca James - Revolution
текст песни

I’m sick of asking, for freedom
As a way to pass the time
Do I really need, permission?
To step into what was mine
This was never the plan
Am I too young to understand ?The meaning
Aching for the past
Screaming out for a revolution
But my head is low
And my heart is bruising
Screaming out for a revolution
The burden is mine
I know
Screaming out for a revolution
But my head is low
And my heart is bruising
Screaming out for a revolution
The burden is mine
I know
If my past self can hear me now
Then I promise we’ll make it out
There’s an answer waiting to be found
We are not buried
We are not buried
If my past self could hear me out
Then I promise I’ll make you proud
In the dark of the underground
We’re not buried
Not buried
We’re not buried
The grief surrounds me
And I couldn’t look away
Found myself addicted
To reliving
Choosing those mistakes
I know it’s not who I am
But there’s a change, I/you can’t demand
(...) And if patience
Could meet me where I stand
Screaming out for a revolution
But my head is low
And my heart is bruising
Screaming out for a revolution
The burden is mine
I know
Screaming out for a revolution
But my head is low
And my heart is bruising
Screaming out for a revolution
The burden is mine
I know
If my past self could hear me now
Then I promise we’ll make it out
There’s an answer waiting to be found
We are not buried
Not buried
If my past self could hear me out
Then I promise I’ll make you proud
In the dark of the underground
We’re not buried
Not buried
The eternal second
Almost gone
Crossing roads with the present
And what’s done
The eternal second
Almost gone
Why are you here?
What is it you want?
Are you always gonna be afraid
Cause you can’t feel
Addicted to the shame
The eternal second
Now it’s gone
Why are you here?
What is it you want?
If my past self could hear me now
Then I promise we’ll make it out
There’s an answer waiting to be found
We are not buried
Not buried
If my past self can hear me out
Then I promise I’ll make you proud
In the dark of the underground
We’re not buried
Not buried