Its in your eyes.
The look of certainty.
The look of apathy.
Its in your eyes.
Im not so sure that we have nothing to
lose.
Should have held this closer.
Staple your note to the back door.
Until then, your gut can tell you this.
Does anyone
hear me? Does anyone honestly?
It will fall to pieces.
It will fall to pieces.
Find home, hold strong.
When everything is
taken, youre empty.
Well see a purpose.
Just need to stand as one.
Do these thoughts have syllables or am I mumbling?
Do I
seem tense when I carry your load?
Or am I, or am I losing it?
Take all, take everything.
Its hard to stop from dropping it all
on you.
The heart will hurt when its crushed by the weight of the leaves on the trees.
Well see a purpose.
Well stand as
one.
Im not so sure weve lost anything.
But while youre listening.
Im hurting for something better.
Till then, your gut, your
gut can tell you this.
