|
Broken branches in two under my shoes, |
|
Everything's tied to gravity, I walk along to a Sunday dawn. |
|
So can you tell them I'm broke never on top, everyday reality shouts |
|
I'm about to let it down. |
|
I'm not dead (x6), I'm just doing wrong |
|
I'm not dead (x6), I'm just doing wrong |
|
I'm strongly upset down on my knees, |
|
Left in here, caught in the undertow pleas |
|
Turn me off or wake me up. |
|
Nothing left in this box, memories lost, |
|
Pieces of what I try to keep, |
|
They leak out of my head and get me down. |
|
I'm not dead (x6), I'm just doing wrong |
|
I'm not dead (x6), I'm just doing wrong |
|
Until I sleep, I'll forever walk... |
