Brick walls Stumbling on a windfall The bench is split, I’m losing it Letting off steam Stretching out the seams The tension’s gone, I’m moving on
Dry land Working with a fresh hand The river flips, I’m jumping ship Flooded ground But I know I won’t drown Head high, take to the sky
The path in front of me might make turns in sharp degrees Lower the center of gravity Don’t rub shoulders with a wave until it breaks Move on, keep making headway
Neck deep Standing on two feet A runner’s lift, a wanderer’s drift Break the skin And mend it back again A falling scar, a hard restart
Good fortune makes a fickle friend Don’t get too familiar with rising trends Stay the course, ride out the storm And come out of the water rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
