Millions
Paul Waggoner, Tommy Giles Rogers
Millions... Watch them fly overhead
Now please take me with you
I’ve lost my perspective
You left me alone
Alone and trembling
My chin jolting back and forth... Sounds soar around
The shield you once were... My life you would defend
Sounds soar around
In my world there is only us
Bring me with you to soar
This dreadful collapsing scent... You never strive for more
Millions fly overhead
Fog dancing slavery... Like snakes circling
Small angle jeopardy
Millions