These Things Take Time

Now I'm at the party and I hate everyone There's a band playing but they're almost done I'm standing at the bar and I hate everyone When the band finish playing? Are they never done? A gitl next to me spills out her whiskey sour and I pretty sour you

Sanctus Real - These Things Take Time I wanna know why pain makes me stronger I wanna know why good men die Why am I so afraid of the dark But I stray from the light? I wanna know why You gave me eyes When faith is how I see And tell me is it easier