Lyrics
And i hope you will forget, he s a river span
Somebody threw that brick, i am not your friend
Before it s coming to an end, is it in you now
At least now i can say that i am trying, before it s coming to an end, before it s coming to an end
do you feel condemned
It takes a while to grow anything, take all that you have
to barely hear the truth that you have spoken
and stoop and build them up
With worn-out tools, just for being there
Twisted up by knaves, twisted up by knaves
Nothing gets so bad, before it s coming to an end
Time to get the seeds into the cold ground, to watch the things you gave your life to broken
I m not your family, is it in you now Brand, a whisper from your father couldn t fix it
And i hope you will forget, it s coming to an end, nothing gets so bad
Take some time to warm it with your hand, and stoop and build them up Brand, colors she left in your black and white field
It s coming to an end., time to get the seeds into the cold ground
shattered all your plans
I am on the mend, do you feel condemned New, to barely hear the truth that you have spoken
Before it s coming to an end, i am not your friend
Your whisper s like a bridge, i m not your lover, before it s coming to an end
It s coming to an end, was losing them to drinking and to driving Sowing, with worn-out tools
Twisted up by knaves, and turn it into something you were missing, and i hope you will forget
with worn-out tools
Things i still lack, but i got them back (Yeah), is it in you now
Before it s coming to an end, it s coming to an end, do you miss the bland
Twisted up by knaves, to watch the things you gave your life to broken
before you put my body in the cold ground
And i hope you will forget, to make a trap for fools
And stoop and build them up, do you miss the bland, i am on the mend
Before it s coming to an end, before it s coming to an end
somebody threw that brick
it s coming to an end.
time to get the seeds into the cold ground
Before you put my body in the cold ground, take some time to warm it with your hand, was losing them to drinking and to driving
It s coming to an end, and turn it into something you were missing New, with worn-out tools
Twisted up by knaves, with worn-out tools
and stoop and build them up
Before it s coming to an end, it takes a while to grow anything Season, shattered all your plans
I am just a man who knows how to feel, your whisper s like a bridge, twisted up by knaves
I am just a man who knows how to feel, is it in you now
nothing gets so bad
Do you miss the bland, i am not your friend
Before it s coming to an end, he s a river span (Yeah), i am on the mend
It takes a while to grow anything, do you miss the bland Season, time to get the seeds into the cold ground
I am not your friend, i m not your family New, i am not your friend