Teksty: Cross Culture. Proof Positive. Extraordinary.

I am a broken vessel
I am a tired song
I have nothing to offer
I strip the table clean
I am an empty spirit
Longing for something more
I bring it all before you
In hopes you can restore me

Every time I walk away
You know just what to say
You take my hand and show me
All the answers to my questions

See me how I want to be seen
You see me as extraordinary

I am a wounded soldier
I can't support my own
I've lose it all and I can't remember who I'm supposed to be
I've seen so many things that I just cannot explain
I've dreamt so many dreams that with you I can obtain and

Every time I see your smile
I find the hope to get back up and
Even though I'll fall sometimes
You give me strength to keep on running

You are so captivating
You're breath brings me to change