sexta-feira, dezembro 26, 2008

Make Yourself



Incubus
Drive

Sometimes
I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
Haunting mass appeal.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,
I'll be there.

So if I decide to waiver my chance
To be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive? oh oh oh oooh.
It's driven me before
And it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there,
I'll be there...

Would you choose water over wine....
Hold the wheel and drive.

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
I'll be there

Dududuuu Dududu Dududududu
Tomorrow