Hands Like Houses – Drift

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Hands Like Houses - Drift

Wandering, weightless,
I’m empty, I’m faded,
Stumbling, nameless,
I’m falling, failing, faithless….

If I say a prayer for someone,
who’ll say a prayer for me,
when I ask myself, if the life I lead’s
the price I have to pay?

If I gave away the ending,
who’d save the day for me
when I ask myself, if the life I lead’s
the price I have to pay?

Freezing, frameless
I’m tempting fate with
saying nothing.

I won’t fade away to nothing.

I’m wandering, I’m weightless
I’m failing, I’m faithless.
Descending to madness…
I’m taken for granted.

I’m wondering and worthless,
deserving, deserted,
defeated, defended…

Forgive me.
Forget it.

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