Letras: Vanna. Curses. This Map Is Old News.

I DONT
LOVE WHAT IVE DONE
ALL THESE MONTHS OF WEAR
I DONT KNOW WHERE I WAS
AND NOW
AT THIS ANCHOR LIKE AN ALTAR
I TIE AND TIE AND TIE
IF THIS NEVER ENDS
AT LEAST ILL STAY ALIVE
LEARN TO FORGIVE MYSELF
NOW PRESS WEST
COVER YOUR FOOTSTEPS
CLIMB YOUR HILL
LIKE A MOUNTAIN
YOU ARE NOT A WALL ON WHICH I LEAN
I AM NOT THE MAN YOU THOUGHT I WAS

IS THERE MORE TO THIS THAN WHAT I SEE
IVE BEEN WANDERING
AND FOR THIS I ACHE
I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU
I LOVED YOU BACK
THIS WASNT A DREAM
SET ADRIFT
ILL ADVISED ILL EQUIPPED
SLEEP SAFE
THINKING WELL
WE CAN ONLY HOPE HE MAKES IT
WE CAN ONLY HOPE
HE MAKES IT SOMEWHERE