Lyrics

Work was on the way And I'd rather be no one, work in vain All the suits are formally And as for me, I'll soon take that front seat And time she bears a cross In an ocean teaming with froth I'm on the shore without applause Mama's here and nothing can be done No other thought meanwhile something thaws Dad to rise, there to fix something It's not the drinking but the worry that does him in I learned you were sober On root that's so gold Gears of nothing Stacked at nothing She bears a cross in an ocean Teaming with froth On the shore without applause
Writer(s): Justin Wayne Ringle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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