guilty,
as charged.
for being a murderer,
she deserves death.
"acquit, acquit!",
they shout.
but their piercing screams -
only to be concealed within empty walls.
who turns a ear to thy cry?
for judgment has been passed.
& so they say:
love is suicide.
hundred - the fray
the how i can't recall
but i'm staring at what once was the wall
separating east and west
now they meet amidst the broad daylight
so this is where you are, and this is where i am
somewhere between unsure and a hundred
it's hard i must confess
i'm banking on the rest to clear away
'cause we have spoken everything
everything short of "i love you"
you right where you are, from right where i am
somewhere between unsure and a hundred
and who's to say it's wrong
and who's to say that it's not right
where we should be for now
so this is where you are, and this is where i am
so this is where you are, and this is where i've been
somewhere between unsure and a hundred
a hero can save us.
