If Only
The old man's been stealin'
She's holding her grievance for a hundred-odd years
We all keep believin'
That history repeats itself year after year
All I fear's that the future is worse
We have to give in to the hundred-year curse
Sweat in the sun like we're digging a grave
Dig deep enough and our fortune we'll save
If only, if only
The woodpecker sighs
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies
As the wolf waits below hungry and lonely
He cries to the mo-oo-n
If only, if only
Chasing the sky
A beautiful wife
You'll make mistakes and it's my back that breaks
And forever my past steals my life
To submission I'm beat
But there's hope beneath these feet
Blisters and blood
And the sun makes you blind
Don't let it eat
Till it can't help but be kind
Cause you know what's important
With your back to the wall
You can break metal chains
And you're friends don't let you fall
I'm a soul
But I find myself lent
That is no use
When I'm finding my history, finding my history
I am no plane, I'm more like a feather
That is no use
When I'm finding my history, finding my history
I am no plane, I'm more like a feather
But I can't fly away without finding myself
She's holding her grievance for a hundred-odd years
We all keep believin'
That history repeats itself year after year
All I fear's that the future is worse
We have to give in to the hundred-year curse
Sweat in the sun like we're digging a grave
Dig deep enough and our fortune we'll save
If only, if only
The woodpecker sighs
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies
As the wolf waits below hungry and lonely
He cries to the mo-oo-n
If only, if only
Chasing the sky
A beautiful wife
You'll make mistakes and it's my back that breaks
And forever my past steals my life
To submission I'm beat
But there's hope beneath these feet
Blisters and blood
And the sun makes you blind
Don't let it eat
Till it can't help but be kind
Cause you know what's important
With your back to the wall
You can break metal chains
And you're friends don't let you fall
I'm a soul
But I find myself lent
That is no use
When I'm finding my history, finding my history
I am no plane, I'm more like a feather
That is no use
When I'm finding my history, finding my history
I am no plane, I'm more like a feather
But I can't fly away without finding myself
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Writer(s): Paul Anthony Abela, Georgina Abela
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