Where It's From

I see all my love burn up like alcohol
Help me keep this on my tongue before I lose it all
Like a dark peach in the fall going down

Empty my house just to fill it up again
Tell me darling was my passion more than a passing sin
I feel that judgment creeping in on me

Save my mother
None should suffer the loss of a lover no matter how old
Avenge my father wade in the water
Be careful with this feeling you don't know you're wrong
You don't know you're wrong
Be careful with this feeling you don't know where it's from

Teachers, preachers eager as they drag me down
They all feel like lighthouses watching me drown
Bright light and a bellowing sound across the sea
Save my mother
None should suffer the loss of a lover no matter how old
Avenge my father wade in the water
Be careful with this feeling you don't know you're wrong
You don't know you're wrong
Be careful with this feeling you don't know where it's from



Credits
Writer(s): John Craigie
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