Shake the water off my hands. And count the moments. That you really understand this disappointment. Tired of always waking up the darkest feeling. Think i'll open up these blinds and get to seeing.
Mae my friend. Will you ever understand. That this might have been. A beginning to the end. All the days all the nights. Of living out of boxes underneath the sky.
All this ringing in my ears. Made me numb over the years. Lately I can feel a little more of You in me. . I've given up unto myself. Drinking from the weakest well.
Should you think anything. You should know that i'm not doing ok. Since i've been gone all my problems. Have come back around and they're here to stay.
In these recent years I have noticed that your face has slightly changed. In this season of the bitter pill that pulled your heart away. In the daylight when it hits you straight on.
She waits alone. She gets tired. As the day falls down. She seems uninspired. She won't wait. Much longer. And the tears held back. Make her stronger.
On my own volition. I pound my head against the wall. And I don't hear it when you call. Tumbling down the stairway. . I still try to make the phone. I call you back but you're not home.
She reaches for her latest reading. Her pillow's folded. Her mind is reeling round. . She can't remember. What made this different. Before her clock was.
Time goes by feelings unravel. Words they make come out like gravel. . We're on that road again that makes me feel queasy. Makes me uneasy. . Your hair looks nice when I think about it.
They met her at the baggage claim. When they read her rights she was causing quite a scene. So they threw her in the lincoln town with the cuffs too tight.
Shade is shelter from the sinking. Kind and knowing of my heart. . All I know was taken from me. What I perceived had gone away. Now I feel the light exposing.
On a good day. You break my heart again. On the highway. You run me over when. You are leaving me and taking everything. . Everyone sees you at work. And they all think, I'm not worth.
In a room of crooked faces. You never wanted to replace this. In your memory. Now the thing that comes to your mind. Is an awful word to describe. A sense of peace.
Without a doubt, I've taken all you can give. And now I suffer through this song. Feel free to hum along. . Going back a few short years, I can see. That I was never really here.
And I have become, much less. Wide-eyed for your, indiscretion. And I can't understand, why you've chosen me. To keep those dreadful stories, friendly.
Hold on a red line. You're taking more than I'd like. It's getting harder. But it's so what I want to be. . You're talking to a dead man. You listen like a wet cat.
I wonder if this Christmas. They'll begin to understand. That Jesus that they celebrate. Is much more than a man. . The way the world is I can't see. how people can deny.
Every time I think about you. I shiver like an ocean. Got me over talking 'bout you. It never feels exactly like it should. . Even if we turned it around.
Now we Know (Awakening). . Choosing peace over war, Iâll ride a bike instead of killing more. You tell us, war is what we need. But now we know, weâre awakening.
Well I got myself this T-shirt that says what I believe. I got letters on my bracelet to serve as my ID. I got the necklace and the keychain. and almost everything a good Christian needs, yeah.