Breaker / Keeper - Fragments
Red on the carpet floor is all forgiven or forever stored
In each lie we tell and each silence, that we choose not to fill
Truth is, a part of me died, when you said, "I don't really want to be alive"
Time stood still and it hasn't really moved since
As the torrents bend the tired pines, I cave in to what I can't make right
My shield, my shroud - does it clear or does it cloud?
My shield, my shroud - does it clear or does it cloud?
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
Your sorrow, your martyrdom
Lord knows, I harbor some of the same darkness in my mind
Now the spaces seem to grow between the light
Frightened, fearful words
All that you swear, you believe, you didn't deserve
All you decry
Well, it's all been burned so deep inside my mind
As the torrents bend the tired pines, I cave in to what I can't make right
My shield my shroud - does it clear or does it cloud?
My thread, my way out - my only hope and all my doubt
My breaker, my keeper
I was a shoe horn; I was a crowbar
I was your Ohio Blue Tip
I was your old man; I was a best friend
I was there and that is all
I was a shoe horn; I was a crowbar
I was your Ohio Blue Tip
I was your old man
I was a best friend that was there and that is all
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
In each lie we tell and each silence, that we choose not to fill
Truth is, a part of me died, when you said, "I don't really want to be alive"
Time stood still and it hasn't really moved since
As the torrents bend the tired pines, I cave in to what I can't make right
My shield, my shroud - does it clear or does it cloud?
My shield, my shroud - does it clear or does it cloud?
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
Your sorrow, your martyrdom
Lord knows, I harbor some of the same darkness in my mind
Now the spaces seem to grow between the light
Frightened, fearful words
All that you swear, you believe, you didn't deserve
All you decry
Well, it's all been burned so deep inside my mind
As the torrents bend the tired pines, I cave in to what I can't make right
My shield my shroud - does it clear or does it cloud?
My thread, my way out - my only hope and all my doubt
My breaker, my keeper
I was a shoe horn; I was a crowbar
I was your Ohio Blue Tip
I was your old man; I was a best friend
I was there and that is all
I was a shoe horn; I was a crowbar
I was your Ohio Blue Tip
I was your old man
I was a best friend that was there and that is all
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Jones, Andrew Davie
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