Undercover

You see the stars?
It's your troubles ending.
A million miles from here will they disappear?
It's a galaxy of excuses far away.
The frequencies of our metal towers,
a rusty sound reminding us to pray.
Will you tell me if it really matters?

So take your bags and leave your things behind because this is never over.
Going undercover, you said you were another.
Why don't you just let me down? Y
ou're in your positions but I don't see inhibitions.
The time has come to let your demons out.
We broke down then we broke out running.
Oh my God our chance has passed away.
It's boiling down to the changes in our hearts.
So tell me what were you really looking fo