Song Description
If all the glass stained windows cast a rainbow shaft of light****
All the monks and prophets couldn't even set things right****
Fallen angels find forgiveness when their sins become atoned****
But the harshest judge of all is the one when I'm alone
Song Length |
3:48 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - General |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Disturbed, Distressed |
Subject |
Existence |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
GONE MISSING, Rock Version 8
© 2014 Starburst
I had to lose my vision before I could find my sight
I lost my way on Tremont with thunder in the sky
Something had gone missing and I knew the reason why
Searching in the doorways, bruised and beaten down
I was lost and had gone missing on this journey to be found
(chorus)
I had to lose my vision before I could find my sight
It was flawed and it was tattered and it never fit quite right
Misplaced and long forgotten like an old book on the shelf
I had to lose my way before I came to find myself
I had lost my way before, but never quite like this
These stares of grave suspicion made my family seem quite miffed
There were steps too high for me to climb upon this winding path
I was lost and had gone missing in a storm of righteous wrath
(chorus)
I had to lose my vision before I could find my sight
It was flawed and it was tattered and it never fit quite right
Misplaced and long forgotten like an old book on the shelf
I had to lose my way before I came to find myself
(Instrumental break)
(bridge)
If all the glass stained windows cast a rainbow shaft of light
All the monks and prophets couldn't even set things right
Fallen angels find forgiveness when their sins become atoned
But the harshest judge of all is the one when I'm alone
(chorus)
I had to lose my vision before I could find my sight
It was flawed and it was tattered and it never fit quite right
Misplaced and long forgotten like an old book on the shelf
I had to lose my way before I came to find myself
I had to lose my vision before I could find my sight
It was flawed and it was tattered and it never fit quite right
Misplaced and long forgotten like an old book on the shelf
I had to lose my way before I came to find myself