Death Comes to Us All
I'm full of a sinking feeling
Like having the weight of these thought in my legs
While trying to outrun my conscience
As it shadows my every step
And my thoughts will always be slower
Slower, slower than my tongue
It's teaching me regret
For what I've done
And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
You know I'm sorry
But I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear
Watch my head!
When I'm full of sinking feeling
Like having the weight of these thoughts
And my thoughts will always be slower
Slower, slower than my tongue
It's teaching me regret
For what I've done
And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
You know I'm sorry
But I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear
And I see the idea
It's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head
It's only in my head
When I see the idea
It's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head
And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
Wash my hands clean
Wash my hands
Like having the weight of these thought in my legs
While trying to outrun my conscience
As it shadows my every step
And my thoughts will always be slower
Slower, slower than my tongue
It's teaching me regret
For what I've done
And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
You know I'm sorry
But I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear
Watch my head!
When I'm full of sinking feeling
Like having the weight of these thoughts
And my thoughts will always be slower
Slower, slower than my tongue
It's teaching me regret
For what I've done
And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
You know I'm sorry
But I can't keep this to myself
But if I could only keep my head clear
And I see the idea
It's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head
It's only in my head
When I see the idea
It's like the dirt under my nails
Only really in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head
It's only in my head
And I'm sorry
I reserve these feelings for myself
And if I could only wash my hands clean
Wash my hands clean
Wash my hands
Credits
Writer(s): Kris Coombs-roberts, Richard Boucher, Gavin Burrough, Ryan Richards, Matthew Davies-kreye, Pat Lundy
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