Testo What I've Done - Quiet Houses
Testo della canzone What I've Done (Quiet Houses), tratta dall'album What I've Done
Irons were in the fire as I made up a funeral pyre
Of sticks and stones and stories that I wrote
Loved ones gathered round like a murder of crows toward the sounds of
Hope and love like carrion in the road
Every little lie I spoke
On every ounce of borrowed hope
Every little fraying in the rope
Tired of all my dirty jokes
Tired of all the mirrors and smoke
Tired of all the hearts the levee broke
And in another day
Maybe I might find the words to say
You have my thanks
You have this love to take
These hands they wouldn't quiet even when we had enough
From song to stone that broke my skin and bone
Though I stand in place I'm treated like I've won the race
But I won't rest until I leave no trace
Everyday another song
Everyday another wrong
Everyday I burn and pine and long
Tired of all the brittle bones,
Tired of all my chances blown
Tired of all the endings I've been shown
And in another day
Maybe I might find the words to say
You have my thanks
You have this love to take
That's if your heart can stand another break
Cause you don't know what I have done
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Writer(s): Christopher Eriquezzo
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