- cifra
You're bringing the bar up
Life's not plastic forks and paper cups
A mind certainly can make
A heavy weight
We'll set all things straight
Hands and red paint
Let's make some stains
Let's make some stains
Getting dark
Hands and red paint
Let's make a mark
All of these years
You've brought me here
You've brought me here
I thank you
All of these years
That we've cut through
Some parts never taught
Climbing fences, sleeping on roof tops
While so many things I see are sugar fed
Still rocks, bricks, and lead
Let's make life so big
Make sure can't be missed
I'll carry all these days for months and for years
I'll listen, you'll hear
