What it means to be melting away
See the smoke take shape without warning
Saw the sweep of the see
With no aching
Understood while you stand on the mountain
Drained runner drifting by a dream
Spinning over the time
Receding
Got no place to hide
It makes me chase the sky
And I wonder why
I’m running away
In the storm I can’t stop myself
Feel the burning ash in my hand
Far in my soul
Tearing my soul
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Deep in my soul
Healing my soul
What do you hide inside beyond the grin
Have you heard the bird sing we swing
Pick up the tears on the shoreline
What a fake dream
Got some truth and the blues for the morning
Learning to live without the diamond ring
Fancy shirt in the dirt
And the phantom fame
Got no place to hide
It makes me chase the sky
And I wonder why
I’m running away
In the storm I can’t stop myself
Feel the burning ash in my hand
Far in my soul
Tearing my soul
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Deep in my soul
Healing my soul
Peter Aristone:
Peter Aristone:
