The Broken View
On the Mend
I’m on the mend
Cause somebody left
Tired and nervous
Been waiting too long
To say what I meant
You’ll reap what you sow
If you don’t let go
The high rising truth
Like tears in your eyes
Will finally show
But how can I sleep with a head like this
I grieve in black and white
While your colors still run dry
Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I’ll retrace this life
Under sober empty skies
Sober empty skies
So this is the end
Of all my intent
To take life for granted
Like some kind of fool
I’ll follow you never again
So wait on the edge
It’s all in your hands
Remember your father
And his just before
We’ve all made mistakes
And there will be more
There will be more
Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I’ll retrace this life
Under sober empty skies
Sober empty skies
Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I’ll retrace this life
Under sober empty skies
Before I write myself
Into final decimation
I’ll retrace this life
Under sober empty skies
Sober empty skies