A song in progress.
Criticism is welcome.

WATCHING THE WHEELS TURN

I'll be up all night again, sifting through my soul, just to find a good fix for my skeleton home. No, I don't really mind going at this alone, but there are ghosts in the dark here, creeping up through my windows, and I know before this mountain moves, I've got to chip away the stones.

Well now I might be running out of reasons, but I know a light my darkened eyes can see. There'll never be a part in this story, where I let you get to me, cause' hollow words stretch like barren seas, and no one ever knows what they mean.

But all the rivers know we'll get there someday, cause' a man can only stumble for so long before He either falls or stands up straight. Will you even remember my name when It's all washed away?

Well I'm not looking back.
Not giving up or giving in.
Break me down, and I'll build it back up again.
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Releasing an EP later this summer.

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