Though I keep myself From judging before But im constantly May our voices been heard And the silence been torn But were dying inside Unconsciously Running home And i know we'll all be Saviours on the run We back down for our reason Don't sort it out with (guns) The needless goodbyes The torment of loss Strikes tragically Our sweet little lies Will cover the shore Where we shed our tears Where we started And i know we'll all be Saviours on the run We back down for our reason Don't sort it out with (guns) And i know we'll all need Our hands to heal And our eyes to see We don't care for a last thing Or another blessing That we need to bring