Red on the carpet floor Is all forgiven or forever stored In each lie we tell And each silence that we choose not to fill
Truth is, a part of me died When you said, "I don't really want to be alive" Time stood still And it hasn't really moved since
As the torrents bend the tired pines I cave in to what I can't make right My shield, my shroud Does it clear or does it cloud? My shield, my shroud Does it clear or does it cloud?
My breaker, my keeper My breaker, my keeper
Your sorrow, your martyrdom Lord knows, I harbor some of the same Darkness in my mind Now the spaces seem to grow between the light
Frightened, fearful words All that you swear, you believe, you didn't deserve All you decry Well, it's all been burned so deep inside my mind
As the torrents bend the tired pines I cave in to what I can't make right My shield my shroud Does it clear or does it cloud? My thread, my way out My only hope and all my doubt
My breaker, my keeper My breaker, my keeper
I was a shoe horn I was a crowbar I was your Ohio Blue Tip I was your old man I was a best friend I was there and that is all
I was a shoe horn I was a crowbar I was your Ohio Blue Tip I was your old man I was a best friend That was then and that is all
My breaker, my keeper My breaker, my keeper My breaker, my keeper My breaker, my keeperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
