The Thousand Days

I may be wrong But the miracle that I prayed for is here, Could be illusion, maybe some trickery, I don't know why I'm scoring the angels, Counting all the thousand days, There were so many tears So many times, wasting away, So what about the thousand days? We miss the reason because of what we are, I fall silent with you, The gash I know is getting obvious The blood of ages from Scoring the angels, Guaranteed for all we know There were so many tears So many times, wasting away So what about the thousand days? I swerve the engine, the balance disappears, While i'm sleeping I'm scoring the angels Counting all the thousand days There were so many tears So many times, wasting away. So what about the thousand days? --- The Thousand Days - IQ