Eight - Whale Lyrics
Going through the motions,Trying to come to senses,Trying to work it outFallings' so predictable,But it's so unpredictableDon't want to miss you now, don't want to settle downSit in the quiet world, I will knowThe peace that passes all understandingAnd when I saw your son, don't want to settle downToo late to run, you've found your lifeIn him, in the lord, you say, to runYou've found it