Returning Empty Handed




Speak of the years of growing weary..
I'll sing this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me

Speak of the years of growing weary
I'll sing this to the end
And watch the waves crash over me

I feel much too overcome
with enough time
To turn it all around
In a picture perfect scenery
I've become a stick figure illustration
My eyes roll back and focus, on what today
I cant still stand if you leave the hand to praise me
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on my own
I'll take this on