A table sits between the two
With faces white and thoughts astrew
“I never meant to hurt you babe, I’m sorry.”
As these words linger in the air,
Confession seems to bring despair.
If I give you a loaded gun, my pride and freedom are undone.
Could you ever let me live? Can you somehow me forgive?
A friendship fades as sand passes
Through the fingers of hourglasses.
Hours turn to weeks, to months, to years.
An invitation to let go while wounds are still about to show
You won’t get your freedom, if you up and shoot
You can’t get your freedom, if you execute
from COVER EP
track released September 1, 2011
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