Words aren’t coming like they used to But I’ve got to write it all down I’ve got to remember What it felt like to be
Desperate Anything but prodigal Hopeless And unaccounted for
Black clouds, storming over me Regression, regression, regression Black clouds, storming over me Regression, regression, repeat
Will I have no songs left to sing? Will I have no songs left to sing?
We only exist in what we create So I’ll bull through the barriers Screaming, “I’m still here”
Though I can see you Still, I know I’ve wandered Hold me still Cause I can’t keep from shaking every time I think about where it is that we came from Keep us Guide us Until the end of time
Till the end of time And I won’t wait for this to be over Mend it together Keep us true
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