Farewell

See what you made it
Your words can't change this
Drink something bitter from the bottle of your anguish
Keep me from chasing and I'll learn some patience
Til nothing's stronger than the monument I'm making

Cause grace untangled a whole lot better for the wounds that heard my farewell
Near the AC unit in a hotel room that was colder than anywhere else

Keep me from chasing and I'll learn some patience
Til nothing's stronger than the monument I'm making
Say it's not wasted when my bones are shaking
I'll drink something bitter from the fount in your way

I will stare into the war of man upon my rock
Oh your hand is the fire and it's all that I've got
I will stare into the war of man upon my rock
Oh your hand is the fire and it's all that I've got
I will stare into the war of man upon my rock
Oh your hand is the fire and it's all that I've got



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Writer(s): Crosson Easter
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