this is where I get lost
don't look for me, don't follow me
when the moon is on the road
I wonder, could I mine the silver
and head out into the night
hand in my pocket, holding onto that light
but if I pour out the bottle
and throw it at the wall
would I wake up anyone
or would I just hear my blood run down my hands
this is all it's supposed to be
there's nothing softer than this suffering
my eyes are getting darker every day
and my voice is getting harder every night
but for all the parties we're not going to
I'd say that you and I are gonna do alright
when the sun falls through the pines
I whisper, lord won't you be kind
but it won't be enough
to keep me from burning through the years in love
cause at the end of all our lives
I'll be the stranger still, heart drowned in moonshine
but if I pour out the bottle
and throw it at the wall
would I wake up anyone
or would I just hear my blood run down my hands
cause this is all it's supposed to be
there's nothing softer than this suffering
the ax is getting softer every day
and the flame is getting smaller every night
but for all the rain falling through my roof
I know I'm going to die alone with my lies
cache ta vie
cache ta vie
cache ta vie
cache ta vie
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