But the miracle that I prayed for is here, Could be illusion, maybe some trickery, Counting all the thousand days, So many times, wasting away, So what about the thousand days? We miss the reason because of what we are, The gash I know is getting obvious Guaranteed for all we know So many times, wasting away So what about the thousand days? I swerve the engine, the balance disappears, Counting all the thousand days So many times, wasting away. So what about the thousand days?