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"
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