The Fold

Moonlight won't you be kind to me?
I have missed my mark
And I need you here to keep me from falling asleep
Crouched down in the cracks of the street

My mind is a flood of lights
The bus makin' stops
It's time to move but I'm just along for the ride
Outside, not halfway right

Nobody trusts my face
Everyone looks at me sideways when I walk in this place
I must look how I feel
Lately it seems I've been feeling
Low enough to steal

I don't ever really need to know
If the lights stay on after I go
I've grown sick of the chase
As you know

Angels take their time with me
I had lost my breath
And broke off in mid-sentence when kneeling had broken my knees
God Bless the Fold
The disease

Everyone hopes for the best
So they tell me it's better
To linger in the past
Try to be good, try to be all
Of everything I thought you wanted
But I sank in the Fold

Like a blown out car stereo
In the dimmed down November glow
All grown up, out of time
Time to go
But I'm sick of this chase
As you know



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Badger
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