Sixth Sense — Donna Lewis

Running out the door Running through the gates Setting up the soldier force

Amplify the fear Do I have the faith Relying on the ghost in front of me

And I can see The coldest eyes And I can see The hoplessness

Lightning flash Time stands still Hanging high Dark and cold I wish I was popular Adoring eyes around me

And I can see The coldest eyes And I can see The hoplessness And I can see The damaged and the damned And I can see

That you don't know that You're broken And you're not here And you're not real And I'm sorry It's a dead dream You're a nice man

And I wish I wish I could Purify the fountain

And I wish I wish I could Purify the fountain

And I wish I could........