For Good Songtext / Lyric

A hot and humid Sunday

Faces, faces everywhere

Then a face, I remember my face years ago

Such fear



But this is my day

And I can dream above the buried cry

Cause I've got something better

And it might just be my own

For Good



Many psychic scars

In just his short few years

In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence

To heal






But this is my day

And I can dream above the buried cry

Cause I've got something better

And it might just be my own

For Good



But this is my day

And I can see the wreckage in my head

But it's not the same

Cause I transform the pain



For Good

I transform the pain

For Good

I transform the pain

For Good