Well I'm learning to make, This a permanent feeling. I guess this Is how the living start Learning about dying. And this knot is interior, In this house and in these bones.
But who am I to say? I miss you all the same And the blood in your veins. The earth and the debris that I haul, Feel the weight of it all
I swear it away. You'll remember me. I swore it away. You'll remember me. Walk it out to the burn pile. All the debris I haul, Feel the weight of it all. You'll remember me.
But who am I to say? The blood of our youth Is the blood in our veins. The earth and the debris that I haul, Feel the weight of it all. Well I swear it away.
