[Verse 1]
I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town
December rolls around
Lays a blanket of herself on the ground
Where comfort lives in sound
Like a gun laying cold on the ground
No way to spell it out
Still much to say of a gun left down

[Chorus]
Most of me is elsewhere wondering
Shall we hear a song?
Shall we live one, soaked to the bone?
I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud
Soften my face and bow
Bid my farewells to the ground for now

[Bridge]
Part of me is sinking, pondering
Hope is a gracious term, aligned with the faith that reason
Has a course to take, may it be the just one?
Until then, I will drown
Go down without a fit
How glorious is it?
Bound in sound
Even and weightless
And free from wrist to wrist
I will drown
Go down without a fit
How glorious is it?
Bound in sound
Even and weightless
And free from wrist to wrist