Another Day
Another day has ended
Another time is gone
If today should be forgotten
Beneath these broken wall
Chorus 1
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your a spirit gonna rise
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your a spirit gonna rise
Don't let your days be troubled
Don't let your heart grow cold
Seize the day and think thing over
No longer a broken doll
Don't let your heart grow cold
Seize the day and think thing over
No longer a broken doll
Chorus 1
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your a spirit gonna rise
Don’t let boys prey upon you
Don’t let girls take control
It’s alright if you’re still sleeping
But stay awake when troubles grow
Chorus 2
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your spirit rises out of the stream
Something strange is happening
Bridge
Then the mourners fills the streets
Then the locusts swamp to feast
When the sound of grinding cease
And the cracks increase
In the recess of the broken wall
Are treasures that were kept there
Without thinking much of the consequences
If we leave the people that we loved behind
Chorus 3
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your a spirit rises out of the steam
Living in the other extreme
Views are different from the mainstream
Constant pressure builds up it's steam
Something’s gonna end it all soon
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your a spirit gonna rise
Don’t let boys prey upon you
Don’t let girls take control
It’s alright if you’re still sleeping
But stay awake when troubles grow
Chorus 2
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your spirit rises out of the stream
Something strange is happening
Bridge
Then the mourners fills the streets
Then the locusts swamp to feast
When the sound of grinding cease
And the cracks increase
In the recess of the broken wall
Are treasures that were kept there
Without thinking much of the consequences
If we leave the people that we loved behind
Chorus 3
Nothing's quite as bad as it seems
Words that are not spoken or dreamed
Trust is broken right at the seams
Your a spirit rises out of the steam
Living in the other extreme
Views are different from the mainstream
Constant pressure builds up it's steam
Something’s gonna end it all soon
Words and Music by The Other Side of Glory



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