Things Outstanding (Sparrow Version)
There are things outstanding
Weighing on me hard
Places right beside me
That seem to be too far
There are voices I remember
And words in me resound
Music washes over me
I can't hear a sound
The tables set, the beds are made
It seems I let them slowly fade
Here I am at winter's birth
Called to from beneath the Earth
These frozen songs beneath the street
Biting shoes trip at my feet
Once my face scrapes on the dirt
No one asks if I am hurt
No one asks if I am hurt
There are things outstanding
Weighing on my heart
Places right inside me
That seem to be too far
There are ghosts that I remember
And they brush against my skin
They keep moving closer to me
Trying to get in
The tables set, the beds are made
It seems I let them slowly fade
Here I am at winter's birth
Called to from beneath the Earth
These frozen songs beneath the street
Biting shoes trip at my feet
Once my face scrapes on the dirt
No one asks if I am hurt
No one asks if I am hurt
There are things outstanding
I must put away
There's a life behind me
Begging me to stay
All the choices I have made
Take a toll that I have paid
I have paid
The tables set, the beds are made
Seems I let them slowly fade
Here I am at winter's birth
Called to from beneath the Earth
These frozen songs beneath the street
Biting shoes trip at my feet
Once my face scrapes the dirt
No one asks if I am hurt
No one asks if I am hurt
I am hurt
I am hurt
Weighing on me hard
Places right beside me
That seem to be too far
There are voices I remember
And words in me resound
Music washes over me
I can't hear a sound
The tables set, the beds are made
It seems I let them slowly fade
Here I am at winter's birth
Called to from beneath the Earth
These frozen songs beneath the street
Biting shoes trip at my feet
Once my face scrapes on the dirt
No one asks if I am hurt
No one asks if I am hurt
There are things outstanding
Weighing on my heart
Places right inside me
That seem to be too far
There are ghosts that I remember
And they brush against my skin
They keep moving closer to me
Trying to get in
The tables set, the beds are made
It seems I let them slowly fade
Here I am at winter's birth
Called to from beneath the Earth
These frozen songs beneath the street
Biting shoes trip at my feet
Once my face scrapes on the dirt
No one asks if I am hurt
No one asks if I am hurt
There are things outstanding
I must put away
There's a life behind me
Begging me to stay
All the choices I have made
Take a toll that I have paid
I have paid
The tables set, the beds are made
Seems I let them slowly fade
Here I am at winter's birth
Called to from beneath the Earth
These frozen songs beneath the street
Biting shoes trip at my feet
Once my face scrapes the dirt
No one asks if I am hurt
No one asks if I am hurt
I am hurt
I am hurt
Credits
Writer(s): Tara Maclean, Simon Wilcox, Ron Lopata
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