Tripped

It's been hell waking you
I'm on a bridge
the breaking light comes through
So promise this will maybe last
It's way too much for me to believe

So what is this to say goodbye
if I will see you in a month or two
I'm almost tripped, you make me last
I'm on a trip that's being cruel to me

And I'm so among the thin
I feel a wreath that's sewn
I'm so caught up on the hill
the view from here lights up
And I fold
a fault that's left us here
in skin and bones
I'm so cold upon the steps
in a scene i freeze and slow

It's been hell waking you
I'm over this
and it's so calm on the hill
When the last plane leaves in darkness
I will wait here with you
until it's gone



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Ayre
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