Counting Crows
All My Failures
Addressing a prayer into the air
In the shadows of satellites
So nobody heard
Love's not for words
In a world at the end of its night

Oh, everyone that left me
They’re so easy to forget
'Cause I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

Your voice on the phone
The blood from a stone
And these tears that I can’t understand
If I could heal with guilt I don’t feel
Or by silently giving my hand

Well, I’m sure I never loved you
That'd be too fierce and too correct
But I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

It may my demon reveal itself tenderly
And may he not leave me broken
May he leave me to be

So wherever I’m bound
My ear to the ground
And my thoughts on their way back to you
As eternity's slave
Well, you can write that on my grave
When I’m finished resisting its truth
While I’m shaking hands with darkness
It's with the warm wind that I admit
That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

Yeah, while I’m shaking hands with darkness
It is with the warm wind that I admit
That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet