Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maura Weaver
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maura Weaver
Composer
Lyrics
Heading out to die, I got sunshine in my eyes
I will catch the rays of light
In a fertile jar
I walk past your door where I lay the night before
I can't see you anymore
I guess that's alright to me
In my state of mind, I circle 'round goodbyes
I can't find the reasons why
You walked away from me
I try to pick up my feet
At seventeen, I found a man so mean
Next to him, you were a dream
Or just a sigh
If I can't call, well, I'll learn to catch my fall
I will tear down these damn walls
And rock myself to sleep
A promise I will keep
Gardens I will weep
I try to pick up my feet
Written by: Maura Weaver

