Who sold you that lie,
The useless trifling thing thats lodged so deeply within your mind.
The smallest things become impossible goals.
It's like you've worn the soles off your shoes before walking over hot coals.
After all I have seen under this everfalling sky,
Sometimes the soul is the hardest thing to fix,
Even though it's located right behind your eyes.
Oh, but I the tools,
I had your hands and your heart,
And for me that was a start to get me back where I belonged.
If all the answers we're lying on the floor,
I'd stare up at the sun, until it crushed it me in it's warmth.
Of all my vices you're the worst so say the least,
But you always manage to get me back on my feet.
Leave your baggage at the door, I'll carry you in instead.
Leave your burdens on the floor, there's higher places we can be.
I'll sing about the winter, tell you 'bout the places I've been.
And when I run out of stories we can make sure a new one begins.
If all the answers we're lying on the floor,
I'd stare up at the sun, until it crushed it me in it's warmth.
Of all my vices you're the worst so say the least,
But you always manage to get me back on my feet.