Friday, I ventured out at sunrise without a moments rest in the day prior.
My heart flames licked at my heels and my swollen eyes could tear not.
Where is my sunrise I was promised as I sulk across this rotten old bridge.
The mist or morning rolled over the horizion instead. I must be dreaming or dead.
no I was looking to the west, for the life of me I couldnt put it together
My heart flames licked at my heels and my swollen eyes could tear not.
Where is my sunrise I was promised as I sulk across this rotten old bridge.
The mist or morning rolled over the horizion instead. I must be dreaming or dead.
no I was looking to the west, for the life of me I couldnt put it together