Past Lives

This cold's just like a knife
That's stuck between my ribs
It's freezing up my lungs
With every breath I'm breathing in
Running out of road
Running out of time
Will I make it home
Or make it back alive?

These boots used to fit just right
But now the soles are wearing thin
And they've changed the way I walk
With every step I'm wavering
I recognize the roads
Don't recognize the signs
I call you on the phone
No answer on the line

The voice that haunts me in the night
Calls my name out once again
I remember whose it was
Just can't recall from where or when
Claiming proof of past lives
Retrace the sequence of events
I never had the strength alone
But you gave me confidence



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Woodhead
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