The document appears to be lyrics questioning whether a relationship has run its course and gone too far. It refers to wanting a second chance in the relationship but having lost their way, imitating seasons and falling behind. It repeats refrains of having gone too far and lost their minds, and wonders if ending things has been drawn out for too long.
The document appears to be lyrics questioning whether a relationship has run its course and gone too far. It refers to wanting a second chance in the relationship but having lost their way, imitating seasons and falling behind. It repeats refrains of having gone too far and lost their minds, and wonders if ending things has been drawn out for too long.
The document appears to be lyrics questioning whether a relationship has run its course and gone too far. It refers to wanting a second chance in the relationship but having lost their way, imitating seasons and falling behind. It repeats refrains of having gone too far and lost their minds, and wonders if ending things has been drawn out for too long.
Do you want me wounded and hardened? My head in the sand? My fists up in defiance Is that what you understand?
Am I too good to be gone?
Beginning the ending for too long
This is my flagship attempt
At a second chance Do you want me groveling and sober A brilliant wreckage Or three sheets to the wind Three pages of you But I've misplaced the truth?
Am I too good to be gone?
Beginning the ending for too long
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind
So come on, come on, come on
Am I too good to be gone?
Beginning the ending for too long
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind When I crossed myself Is when I crossed the line I could see the storm I had my dagger drawn I just needed a reason Something natural But something wicked came
And we turn like a hog
On the spit of our lives And the ceremony swells And our eyes burn bright But there was never a reason It was natural This is part of the fight So come on Oh come on, come on Bring it on
Have we gone too far?
Have we lost our minds? Imitating the seasons And we fall behind