The Good Left Undone

The good left undone

The fields where nothing grew but ****s,

I found a flower at my feet,

planted there in my direction...

I wrapped a hand around its stem,

I pulled until the roots gave in,

finding now what I've bee*****sing,

and I know....

So I tell myself, tell myself it's wrong,

there's a point we pass in which we can't return,

i felt the cold rain of the coming storm,

all because you...

I haven't slept in so long,

when I do I dream,

of drowning in the ocean,

longing for the shore

where I can lay my head down,

I'll follow your voice,

all you have to do is,

shout it out......

Inside my hands these peddles bound,

dried up falling to the ground

but it was already to late now,

I pushed my fingers through the earth,

return this flower to the dirt,

so it could live,I walked away now....

But I know...

not a day goes by when I don't feel this wrong,

there's a point we pass in which we can't return,

I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...

All because of you,

i haven't slept in so long,

when I do I dream,

of drowning in the ocean,

longing for the shore,

where I can lay my head down,

I'll follow your voice,

all you have to do is shout it out....

All because of you.

All because of you

All because of you

I haven't slept in so long,

when I do I dream,

of drowning in the ocean,

longing for the shore,

where I can lay my head down,

inside these eyes of yours....

All because of you,

I believe in angels,

not the kind with wings,

no, not the kind with halos,

the kind that take you home,

when home becomes a strange place,

I'll follow your voice,

I'll follow your voice,

all you have to do is SHOUT IT OUT!