for sentimental reasons i keep drifting away and even when i need 'em those ties that bind still i hold'em at bay
now maybe i can take it as it goes but baby i can't fake it anymore...
by now i should have some of those pieces retied but how can a man rebuild what's built to unwind i'm beggin' for a minute more before you demand 'cause the gun at my head's still in the back of my hand
for centuries of time forever and days i been losing my mind and even what i'm finding still has a way of washing out with the tide
still maybe there's meaning that i know now even while careening to and fro...
by now i should have some of those pieces retied but how can a man rebuild what's built to unwind i'm beggin' for a minute more before you demand 'cause the gun at my head's still in the back of my hand
all these candid conversations they help some in their way but this still ain't no vacation or set of better days
by now i should have some of those pieces retied but how can a man rebuild what's built to unwind i'm beggin' for a minute more before you demand 'cause the gun at my head's still in the back of my hand Свернуть