Sour Patch

You can't take him down He's all around With no way out And you can't remember how That other world made sense And everything weighed less But you can't and you won't so you keep on waiting When you tell me You'd never forgive yourself Well you tell me You're under an awful spell More than any ancient question, I wonder If you remember your intention, from underneath? You built this home It's what you know It's all you own And you live there all alone Together in silence The echo of violence That never leaves And you can't and you won't and you keep on waiting When you tell me You'd never forgive yourself Well you tell me You're under an awful spell More than any ancient question, I wonder If you remember your intention, from underneath? Cus it's a bright and cold December, and the untracked snow Whispers lightly to surrender and come back home Take your grandfather's ring and your cup of stars Skeleton heart slipping through the bars Let the trees hold up the sky With the snow in your face, your arm in a brace Feeling your feet falling into place Let the trees remember why As they watch you rise Rise Rise Rise