Pardon Songtext
von Christopher Wilson

Pumping up for the playground
It all seems true
Illusionary, missionary
Which one are you?

Was it so that I concluded, secluded
So it was that I′ve never really, have never really known
The meaning or the making of this forever (forever)
This time out could have never really, never really grown

Pumping up for the playground
That world is new
One for the tolls and the times too many
And this tears at you


Was it so that I excluded, and viewed it
So it was just a piece in a pile, try define whole
For some balance, the ever constant losing control (control)
My heart is hardened
There is no pardon scarring that soul

And those things we'd like to be
They are the things we cannot seem
But I still would like to sow
Evermore in a garden
But you won′t give that pardon
Needed in that soul

And those things we'd like to be
They are the things we cannot seem
But I still would love to sow
Evermore in a garden
But you won't give that pardon
Seeded in that soul

Evermore in a garden
But you won′t give that pardon
Feel it in that soul (that soul, that soul)