Lay my hands upon the earth
I push, it pulls, I fall
I won’t be a part of it
I can’t, lift up, my chin
I won’t lie again to you
I did, I lied, again
I won’t be there when you wake - I can’t, I won’t, I’m running out of time, I’m running out of lies
Where them angels fly? The soul believers.
Why go bother them? Well I ain't no one, no, I won't do it.
Please don’t, please don’t go away
Touch and go, touch and go
When it strikes me down you’ll know
Strapped in, ready, to go
Hear it secondhand about someone you used to know
I won’t be there when you show
So say, it all, right now
Pastures filled with broken clocks - they tick, they tock, we wind up and we stop, we’re running out of time
I'm not, a soldier, put me, front lines, of life, and tell me, I'm headed home
Please don’t, please don’t go away
Touch and go, touch and go
But keep me with you
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