Withered Hand

We see the lives of others
We want to die for our lovers

One thing in life to count on
One thing in life to count on

I bet you can't remember falling
But you can remember calling

You had to know
You had to know

You can't retire a promise
You can't resize a promise

You had to know
You had to know

It doesn't feel like anything anymore
It feels like the last time I was with you, I guess
And everything's skewed
And then it fades into view
And that's cool, too
I guess I'll be seeing you

That's the hand that's been grabbing my throat
I can feel the cries from reading your note
I would kneel beside you
Like a dog
Just to get to the truth



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Clayton Blake
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