(play the fife lowly) i just cannot stop asking why, always why running and running wandering and wondering no matter how many years fly by screaming
the last thing that i want to do right now is scream one more line about the words that fall from your mouth landing somewhere just short of my feet
to believe in if not you, if not this... what else is there but death? (it's your call...it's all on you) give more give everything give blood
flames lick at your face and i'm as fucked as anybody the bright lights catch my eyes i'm as scared as anyone the blood rains from the sky we can't tell
out on the road little boys let their beards grow oh so busy talking about the things that we don't know all done worrying about the things we used to
("i've gone out the window") i raise this broken halo to the sky this is the storm that strands me here stopped waiting for a golden ship to rescue me
...and did i mention that there are still those days where i can hardly lift my head up from the pillow or looking out the window of the plane rooting
we are only brave enough to fight the battles already won for us and spend more time with our hair than we do our minds while the girls and the young
your garbage it is growing and your weapons and rebellions were charged on daddy's card to all your baffled looks we didn't choose to do this the hard
fuck yeah i am still holding on making mountains out of molehills trading moments in for memories these days still mean everything to me days that
