Heavy Hands

Could it be the dream was meant to deceive, When everything in me Bought that happiness would follow it's lead If only I believed? And now the choice is mine to let it die and hope I rise again 'Cause reveries of flight only left me questioning. This

Words drew blood on the tip of your poison tongue get in the car and run from the tip of your tongue You and I know I don't have an antidote as loud as Love Tell me son, where did you go Bury your head in the snow Tell me son, what did you gain And w