Brother we have come to far, let's turn around and go back home
Run into our mothers arms in the barren cold unknown
Treading through the snow and mud, on my conscience is your name
Don't you think you've done enough? There's no solace in your game
As our footsteps melt the snow
We leave holes in the dirt
Where the critters live to know
They'll grow old
I heard the abandoned choir in the night while you slept
Every voice of every liar made me shiver as I wept
And as we watched the wreckage burn, you would try to shield my eyes
From the fire I would turn, brother I apologise
As our footsteps melt the snow
We leave holes in the dirt
Where the critters live to know
They'll grow old and never hurt
As our footsteps melt the snow
We leave holes in the dirt
Where the critters live to know
They'll grow old
credits
from Shapeless,
track released March 23, 2013
Written & Recorded by Jonathan McGraw
Mixed by Gary McCready
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