Текст: Deep Dish. George Is On. Awake Enough.

Centered photo lines
Capture the sentimental waves
We all take our places
To reconcile all the faces outside the frame

Is this camouflage
Or just some dream?
To atone our sins
And watch them fall to their knees

I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough

And how will I know enough?
How will I know enough
To call it to me?

'Cause I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to feel
The trouble that surrounds me
And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to know
The trouble which surrounds me

We are paralyzed
In what beckons us to bleed
Harbored in our dusty heads lie
The complete works of revolutions unseen

And harbored in our dusty heads lie
Works of revolution

Are we camouflaged
Or in some dream?
To atone our sin brigades
And watch them fall to, fall to their knees

I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to feel
The trouble that surrounds me
And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to know
The trouble which surrounds me

And where is awake enough to find some peace?
And how will I know enough?
How will I know enough to call it to me?

'Cause I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to feel
The trouble that surrounds me
And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to know
The trouble which surrounds me

And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to bear
The trouble that surrounds me
And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to feel
The trouble which surrounds me

And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to bear
The trouble that surrounds me
And I am not awake enough
I am not awake enough to feel
The trouble which surrounds me