Noises in my head and endless should haves rain
On me like a storm, like a hurricane
Losses piled up like wood stacked stories high
Feels like I've been framed, but I've no alibi

Used to be that all I needed was what I didn't possess
Yearning makes you who you end up as, more or less
Whatever choice I made that worked out was just a lucky guess
Just a lucky guess

Adventures half discarded and half held onto now
Like dancing on a ledge to the edge somehow
I can still pick out the faces though I forget the names
And places that are gone, but the urge remains

To throw caution to the wind or is it to the stars
To hold out my open hands despite my empty arms
To wear my heart upon my sleeve just like a battle scar
These are battle scars

There is comfort in a late night kitchen's radio
And in a letter sent, and lists of what you know
And when you don't know anything, you make another one
It's good to write it down, starting with the sun

And sometimes church bells, trees and seasons marking times gone by
Sometimes starling swells and tidal moons and filled up eyes
Sometimes everything at once but sometimes, just the sky
Sometimes just the sky

Copyright: Sentric Music
Writer(s): MARY CARPENTER