Only Take What You Can Carry

Melancholia where I spent thee past winter
A cold exhale as she slips right through fingers
We'd make it real good before making dinner
Been falling asleep without my chest against her

I thought knew ya, guess I don't know ya had to show ya
True stripes to me, cut me down and nearly blew me over
Much colder is it now than when I used to hold ya
Force myself to shut it down, I'm a lover not a soldier

Rode my horse til it collapsed and died
No energy to mourn, too exhausted to cry
Cut open it's belly and I crawled inside
Asleep the next day into the next night

Yeah, I rode my horse til it collapsed and died
No energy to mourn, too exhausted to cry
I cut open it's belly and I crawled inside
Asleep the next day into the next night

God is good, we know we should be
Servicing thee ever turning wheel, little lamb, little lamb
God is good, we know we should be
Servicing thee ever turning wheel, little lamb, little lamb, little lamb

Makes sense, the year began on a Sunday
Seeing you again, maybe one day
Wasn't meant to be, that's what some say
Some stay, most fade, pale moon begins to wane

I thought knew ya, guess I don't know ya had to show ya
True stripes to me, cut me down and nearly blew me over
Much colder is it now than when I used to hold ya
Force myself to shut it down, I'm a lover not a soldier

Rode my horse til it collapsed and died
No energy to mourn, too exhausted to cry
Cut open it's belly and I crawled inside
Asleep the next day into the next night

Yeah, I rode my horse til it collapsed and died
No energy to mourn, too exhausted to cry
I cut open it's belly and I crawled inside
Asleep the next day into the next night



Credits
Writer(s): Zebadiah Scanlan
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