and if the day won't let me,
take me to the bridge,
walking far above the waters.
if the day won't let me,
save some life for me.
and if coffee won't let me,
if trees at my door hiding,
leaves in the air and branches in the sun,
let me rest if only for a moment.
if the days are gone, and my words
lost of sense,
take my hands and hide my face.
tomorrow has worries of its own,
what will i call home?
can't fix what i know, too well.
take whats left, let me down.
all that i have left, in this.
listening to this
reading this
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