Her eyes were always in the sky
I’ve lived among the rocks.
And she swims, quick like a child
As I drown beneath the dock.
And I’m too tired to write another song
Of falling in love or the silly things I think I’ve lost.
What’s the cost?
I’ve loved with fire in my veins
Often too afraid.
To touch a damn thing
As if it will surely turn to shit
And here I’ll stand. Without a plan. God forbid.
And I’m too tired to write another song
About letting go, or trying to move on.
I think I did it all wrong.
If I could, I’d do it all again
I’d be a better friend
I’d hold on tighter then
But my dad said, “No. Failure’s not the word.
We all get a little hurt,
When we’re loving in the dirt.”
And I’m too tired to write another song
About not knowing what I got until it’s gone.
When you’re almost gone.
And I’m too tired to write another song
About not knowing what you’ve got until it’s gone
I never know what I got until it’s gone.
Now you’re almost gone.
It's just beautiful, we love it, different but a very nice different, the voices are talented and gifted along with the instruments. It would be nice to hear this on the radio as well. SJ
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