Lyrics

Wrap me up in roots on a summer day Kick off your boots, come out and play Come outside into the daylight Traipse across the yard Throw stones at my window in the dead of night Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes I loved you best, but still everything must rest When you left, I was like a hive without a bee Carved up, withered and twisted like some old dead tree I lay about in the tall grass hiding out 'Til they hit me with sticks and plunged me deep into the sound Oh, oh, don't Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes I was a mess when you left, one foot in front of the other I was a mess, it's a bitter pill, everything must rest I felt no freedom being free My time was just another chore for me When the dust settles, when the kettle's dry I realize you have always been the favorite in my eyes I was a mess when you left, one foot in front of the other I was a mess when you left, there was no place to hide I was a mess when you left, I had to put the coins over your eyes I was a mess, I was bereft, still everything must rest
Writer(s): Adam Michael Turla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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