Sweet Release

When egos collide
When black holes fill your eyes
I'll sink like gold
No chance to sift me
From the soil
Feeling the drag of the past
The sail ripped from the mast
Nothing can be done
On the edge of the maelstrom

Morning breaks bread
With no one
Lost before the trip began
I'll sink like gold
No chance to sift me
From the soil
Feel the drag of the past

When egos collide
When black holes fill your eyes
Nothing can be done
We're on the edge of the maelstrom
Where have you gone
Have I lost you to the storm
Follow my voice
To the shore



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Nightingale
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