When it all comes down What will be the cost? The cold hard ground is refuge for the lost Feed the flies, stave the hunger off Breathe out lies expel them with a cough
You'll never keep me safe from harm The hurt just keeps on coming on
I'm still trying to figure it out I'm still finding reasons to believe in better days now I'm still trying to figure it out I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dogs at bay now
When the leaves turn brown and the hope is lost Make no sound and brush emotions off Breathe inside a fear that leaves you soft Breathe a sigh and write that epitaph
You'll never keep me save from harm This hurt just keeps on coming on
I'm still trying to figure it out I'm still finding reasons to believe in better days now I'm still trying to figure it out I'm still trying to figure how to keep the dogs at bay now
