Coming Up for Air

 

Words & Music: Bobby Shiflett

I will never be the same again
A part of me has died.
I know the wages of all my sin.
My saving grace is pride.
My pages are worn and my cover torn
I’m an open book
Grab my devil by the horns 
Because I’m never let off the hook
I said it once and I’ll say it again
I’m sad to be this way
Every beginning has an end

I’m coming up for air
I may be lonely, but I’m everywhere

Put my hand into the fire
To feel it burn
Caught up in my confused desire
And I can’t return
I won’t wait another year
For things to be ok
I won’t shed another tear
For nothing to say

I said it twice and I’ll say it again
Things had to be this way
There comes a time when death is a friend

I’m coming up for air
I may be lonely, but I’m everywhere

The sun is shining bright
The clouds roll by
The hope of the warming light
What a day to die.
What a day to die.

 Posted by at 12:30 am
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