Material Child
I am not your revolver
I'm not your revolving door
Take me out of your supply chain
I can't do it anymore
I am not your performer
I'm not gonna play that part
There are no delicate surrenders
In a battle for a heart
You were a material child who was only ever walking away
I was an unknown soldier marching toward an early grave
Wish I'd have known that you couldn't be saved
Interrupted connection
Church bells sounding alarms
Until we're just smoldering rubble
In each other's arms
Conspiracy theorists
Splitting the ends of our hair
Connect lines to imaginary dots
Looking for something that never was there
You were a material child who was only ever walking away
I was an unknown soldier marching toward an early grave
Wish I'd have known that you couldn't be saved
You wan't a reaction
I'm not gonna give you that
All the steps that I took with you
I wish we could walk them back
Broken heart mirror
Deepening the lines on my face
Another seven years of hard luck hard rain
Coming down on our parade
You were a material child who was only ever walking away
I was an unknown soldier marching toward an early grave
Wish I'd have known that you couldn't be saved
I'd have tried anyway
I'm not your revolving door
Take me out of your supply chain
I can't do it anymore
I am not your performer
I'm not gonna play that part
There are no delicate surrenders
In a battle for a heart
You were a material child who was only ever walking away
I was an unknown soldier marching toward an early grave
Wish I'd have known that you couldn't be saved
Interrupted connection
Church bells sounding alarms
Until we're just smoldering rubble
In each other's arms
Conspiracy theorists
Splitting the ends of our hair
Connect lines to imaginary dots
Looking for something that never was there
You were a material child who was only ever walking away
I was an unknown soldier marching toward an early grave
Wish I'd have known that you couldn't be saved
You wan't a reaction
I'm not gonna give you that
All the steps that I took with you
I wish we could walk them back
Broken heart mirror
Deepening the lines on my face
Another seven years of hard luck hard rain
Coming down on our parade
You were a material child who was only ever walking away
I was an unknown soldier marching toward an early grave
Wish I'd have known that you couldn't be saved
I'd have tried anyway
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Wood
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