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You're shaking bad in your sheet |
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Convulcing like you didn't eat |
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You don't know what's more scary, |
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Your door open or closed. |
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"Do I look like a dead body?" |
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Your jumping jaw asked me (?) |
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With the funniest smile I've ever seen |
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Your soul was coming out your eyes. |
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Piles of clothes and photographs |
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Fill the floor where I collapse |
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The walls grow blue and |
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I'm trying to lift my head. |
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Now I'm dying in this living room |
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My stomach turns to sand |
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Yeah, why do I fight the good times |
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Like I'm sure that I'll be damned... |
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And I fear what I've done |
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Means I've lost what I love |
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Hardwood floor carry sounds |
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Carry slow to my ears |
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It's the words I can't recognize |
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But I'm trying hard to hear |
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Cause my eyes can't find the things |
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That they're looking for down here |
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And brown leaves are covering |
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Another wasted day this year. |
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The lights strung out across the yard |
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Remind me of a time when I tried |
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To be a light, ya know, god I try to shine. |
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But the cross seems so high tonight |
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And glory I can't find. |
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Oh could you tilt in so you're leaning down |
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Or would you pull me back inside... |
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And I fear what I've done |
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Means I've lost what I love |
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So carry me home |
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To the door beneath the sand. |
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So carry me home |
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To the sounds of angel bands |
