I'm so tired, to all this world.
the things I thougth were true, and what was faithful, turn and throw a jagged knife at my back.
Once there was ease, and calm, that came in the quietness of the night,
now there is unrest placed were good dreams once were.
Worry wrinkles my face, and sets itself deep into my expressions.
love carves a new home out of my heart. but its not so sturdy, as if made of twigs.
I'll try to dry the tears that I cry but the come too quick, to remove the small drops of emotion.
here I'm wait, for you to return, half of the story,
you have yet to learn.
Do you know, that every so oftern, I look back, take a glance at memories from good times, days ago?
thats all I have, memories, and a tired ache deep,
down enclosed in my soul.
SoI'll wailt here for you, to come, and lift the tired inside of me, make me a new.
and tell me the rest of where my love is.
and I'll tell you the rest of the story, the part that you do not know.
the things I thougth were true, and what was faithful, turn and throw a jagged knife at my back.
Once there was ease, and calm, that came in the quietness of the night,
now there is unrest placed were good dreams once were.
Worry wrinkles my face, and sets itself deep into my expressions.
love carves a new home out of my heart. but its not so sturdy, as if made of twigs.
I'll try to dry the tears that I cry but the come too quick, to remove the small drops of emotion.
here I'm wait, for you to return, half of the story,
you have yet to learn.
Do you know, that every so oftern, I look back, take a glance at memories from good times, days ago?
thats all I have, memories, and a tired ache deep,
down enclosed in my soul.
SoI'll wailt here for you, to come, and lift the tired inside of me, make me a new.
and tell me the rest of where my love is.
and I'll tell you the rest of the story, the part that you do not know.
