White Out
Walk your wounded walk to me
Silent sighs
From your gallery
Talk your wounded talk to me
Hollow eyes
Wish to see
I can't tell you what you should do
No lock for your key
Caught in a silent white out
Washed all your clothes too clean
All quiet for the man who
Paints nothing there to see
No one told you how to be
You took your time
Found your feet
Time has spent your last belief
Of where to go
Who to be
Silent sighs
From your gallery
Talk your wounded talk to me
Hollow eyes
Wish to see
I can't tell you what you should do
No lock for your key
Caught in a silent white out
Washed all your clothes too clean
All quiet for the man who
Paints nothing there to see
No one told you how to be
You took your time
Found your feet
Time has spent your last belief
Of where to go
Who to be
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Kinsella, Timothy John Kinsella, Samuel Thomas Zurick, Jeremy Michael Boyle, Erik Alexander Bocek
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