- Lyrics
- Album list
Foreign Sons
-
In Midst Of
I tried to write a song
Thinking I could sleep
Between the dirt in my nails
And rocks beneath my feet
I'm tired of writing home
And making friends
With whom I will not make amends
I'm just wasting time
I'm done wasting time
So I'll build my home beside the water
Where nothing gold can change me
And no shadow of death is chasing
And a table is prepared
With no evil set before me
For I konw you're with me
These walls becoming paper thin
But somehow seem to close me in
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
My pen it bleeds, my friend are dry
Am I man enough to say goodbye?
I'm done wasting time
I'm done wasting time
So I'll build my home beside the water
Where nothing gold can change me
And no shadow of death is chasing
And a table is prepared
With no evil set before me
For I konw you're with me
You're with me
I tried to write a song
Thinking I could sleep
Between the dirt in my nails
And rocks beneath my feet
-
|
