Thread Bare

We're all cried out
None is left, at least for now
Dried out and mute, living impaired
Habits of old, we're falling on stilts

I'm on high alert and I'm left without this

Left without means, not without ends
Leaving you and this was hard to do

On and on the road curves
And it couldn't work itself out
Disbelief and solemn gifts
Your eyes lit up and close

Gone and out of dreams
And nothing's as it seems
Leaving you and this was hard to do



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Writer(s): James Mcgaha
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