Air-Hearts

Sometimes when I triumph I fall right back to my knees If I can’t keep your peace Then what does it really mean I’ve been looking out my window I’ve been searching for a smile And all I’ve come to grasp A mother’s widowed child And I don’t write your songs Cause I don’t know your wrongs In this garden no one walks alone And I can’t speak for all But I’m right there when you fall No I don’t have your love And I can’t touch your heart I’ve fallen from above And I’ve been broken down But I’ve been thinking of Another Sunday morning Sometimes when I triumph I realize the worlds still learning I’ve been tunneling through a burner My dear Amelia I am the heir to your heart And it’s been a hell of a summer So push me through the wind I just need you to see me through Breathe air into my lungs Give me the strength to carry on "Songs in gray"