From the album Underdog

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I am turning leaves
And rolling sleeves
Until I find you

Hide until it’s gone
Until it leaves
For when it sleeps
How did we get here
Knowing damn well
The cards in play

It was nothing on
I did this to myself

I know it’s gonna be different somehow
To find the weary, the warrior, the fade
No it’s gonna be
It’s gonna be so
No internally so joyous

Can’t describe them all
A slip of the tongue
In an edgy room

One last nail to hammer
For the truth - has been buried down deep

In the burying place
Of fallen dreams
I reach for hope

The road that has no end
Carries the travelers
Of our sanctions

How naïve to think
That you could keep
Us still with lies