Forest leaves her heart at home
I hear she had a baby son
She says I can feel the world
Late nights I finally go free
Work them up and beat them down
Can you hear that whistle sound?
Maybe life has just begun
Con man sitting at the edge
I can live on a little longer
If I'm leaving, I'm leaving
No tired heart, still be here
oh won't you take me at last
Past those huts and yards
What else do you sell me now?
Burn your words into the ground
Made man floating on the back
Deliver me gold from the mud
That life from the blood of the giver
If I'm leaving, I'm leaving
No tired heart still beating
oh won't you take me at last
Past those huts and yards
I can't just make out the call
Bleeding like sounds from the wall
Wait until the world sets in
And life goes on like it's always been
Life from the mother's death
Young sound shape from the
Weakness from where I sit in
And life goes on like it's always been
Life goes on like it's always
Life goes on like it's always been
Life goes on like it's always been
Life goes on like it's always