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Iâm hanging on a thread out in who knows where,
talking up the reasons why youâre not there.
Out in open water, under the stars,
Iâve been swimming for weeks but I donât know how.
Tell it anyway you like it, canât see black from the white,
And tugging on my heartstrings wonât make that right.
Crawling over ground I walked before,
hand over hand Iâm moving until my fingers are raw
Crushed under mountains to high to climb,
Iâll keep digging away until I find that light.
Tell it anyway you like it, canât see black from the white,
And tugging on my heartstrings wonât make that right.
Wont make that right, wonât make that right, wonât make that right.
Wonât make that, wonât make that, wonât make that, wonât make that, wonât make that, wonât make that right.
Spinning in the wind, tracing circles in the sky,
I keep spinning around and I donât know why,
So Iâm hanging on this thread out in who knows where,
given up on the reasons why youâre not there.
Tell it anyway you like it, canât see black from the white,
And tugging on my heartstrings wonât make that right.
Tell it anyway you like it, canât see black from the white,
And tugging on my heartstrings wonât make that right.
- Album:
- This Fiery Road