Long stare at the clouds above What is it that I am inocent of Ground stinging my feet till death I don't know how to close my eyes Or rest my head
Through the walls, I hear them sing I keep walking and pretend I don't feel anything My ears ring and my tongue is burnt I miss my home in Car-o-lina so bad it hurts
In my aching, hour far away This storm is mine Your candle's my only light In this storm Your bullet's all I own And everyday I fire it away
Teeth are chipped, my hands are bruised I dig a perfect hole inside and think of you My chest aches and right here I sit And hold your angel's hand I'm coming home again
In my aching, hour far away This storm is mine Your candle's my only light In this storm Your bullet's all I own And everyday I fire it away
