Once a week I spit it out Monday I receive Once a week without a doubt Monday hard to believe
Once a week I give it up Monday never shows Once a week I lift it up Monday down it goes
Struggle between your word my deed To the latter I always concede A two legged chair I choose to build On bread alone I choose to feed
Well then why even with all this bread Do I buckle from the pain? It's just sad cause I know what I need has nothing to do with grain Still I try, but nothing my hands make Can ever fill this hole It's just sad, cause getting what I need is so rarely my goal
One day I'm stability The next thing that I know I'm relearning humility While chasing every stone and I start to throw in all directions Then I see your hand Scribbling down convictions Hassles in the sand
Well then why even with all this bread Do I buckle from the pain? It's just sad cause I know what I need has nothing to do with grain Still I try, but nothing my hands make Can ever fill this hole It's just sad, cause getting what I need is so rarely my goal
Struggle between your word my deed To the latter I always concede A two legged chair I choose to build On bread alone I choose to feedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
