San.Drine - Eleven lyrics

When will the shoulders learn to carry this load? When will these legs learn to walk down this road? What can I see from here? What of these broken years? When will these ears learn to listen instead? When will this mouth learn to check what it says? What can I see from here? What of these useless fears? Because it's hard enough to breathe And it's hard to make sense And it's getting hard to make up my mind But I'm going to makе it through this time One, two, three, four, five, six, sеven I'm gonna make it through, you know I'm gonna make it through the day One, two, three, four, and five You know I'm gonna make it through, you know I'm gonna make another life One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Maybe if I'm good I might make it to eleven But I just don't know When will these arms learn to hold, not to push When will this heart stop deducing too much What can I see from here? When it all looks so weird? Because it's hard enough to breathe And it's hard to make sense And it's getting hard to make up my mind But I'm going to make it through this time One, two, three, four, five, six, seven I'm gonna make it through, you know I'm gonna make it through the day One, two, three, four, and five You know I'm gonna make it through, you know I'm gonna make another life One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Maybe if I'm good I might make it to eleven But I just don't know {inter} What can I see from here? When it all looks all clear? Because it's hard enough to breathe And it's hard to make sense And it's getting hard to make up my mind But I'm going to make it through this time