Not to say its getting better
Nor to forge a complaint
But my days grow short upon the weather
And there are whispers of your name...
So you open the door
While I sleep on the moors
For you...
Chorus:
I'm
Living life
On borrowed time
I carry the weight of an age...
The well's run dry
Belly sucked to spine
So I drink from the world in your hands...
From your hands...
Verse 2:
My souls a song of seven verses
Each repeats without refraining
All was tired, and it only worsens
But now I've become my own second coming...
My eyes are a meadow
To see my soul weep like the willow
For you...
Chorus:
I'm
Living life
On borrowed time
I carry the weight of an age...
The well's run dry
Bell sucked to spine
So I drink from the world in your hands...
From your hands...
Bridge:
Here on me...
Waiting for you...
Time is gone for thee...
So I wait here for you...
But wait...Wait...
The mockingbird calls to me...
I said wait...Wait
A fallen star fell to me...
I said wait...Wait
Its fruit from a poisonous tree...
