I was told to sing my own song
Play it in the chord that’s right for me
Maybe wrong
Maybe sun and gold
Maybe milk and honeycomb
Never knew the distance
Never knew the pain
As I began
I never found the bend
The love we had was nothing but dead ends
It tasted wet
It tasted of burned skin
And fit into our mouth so easily
I confess I’m not too good with games these day
This old bird aint got no soul
Just old and wet
Tending to forget
Splitting in the notches as we go
No I may never change
No I may never
Find my faith
As many claim to see
a little white light that shines for me
It all went dark
The killing made its mark
Now red’s the only color that we see
Don’t pass me by this way
I’ll sing my song for you today
As I began
I never found the bend
The love we had was nothing but dead ends
It tasted wet
It tasted of burned skin
And fit into our mouth so easily
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