My most cryptically written song, and one of the most loved, its built on emotional crescendo and motivational conversation.
rock
acoustic
folk
storytelling
Lyrics
Standing on a bridge you think that you may jump.
You wish that I would let you but I'm calling up, begging you to fly.
Maybe its just me, but I think there's nothing wrong with wanting to fake pretend with the memories in your life.
You just try to be yourself when everybody wants you to change.
You put your heart upon the shelf everyday.
The wolves are around you, you're feeling surrounded. They all want a peice of you, but you've got nothing left to give.
You turn off the lights, and you drop to the floor, the demons you've departed are knocking at the door.
You're not scared, you just scare yourself sometimes.
Looking at the day, and turning off the sun, you think you can see your house up here but it never felt like home. Maybe its just me but I beg to understand how I became too involved to give yourself a break from the screaming on the phone.
The wolves are around you, you're feeling surrounded. They all want a peice of you, but you've got nothing left to give.
You turn off the lights, and you drop to the floor, the demons you've departed are knocking at the door. You're not scared, you just scare yourself...
You still recall the men we were, well baby look at the boys we became, and just look at the mess we've made.
You just try to be yourself when everybody wants you to change. You put your heart upon the shelf everyday.
The wolves are around you, you're feeling surrounded. They all want a piece of you, but you've got nothing left to give.
You turn off the lights, and you drop to the floor, the demons you've departed are knocking at the door.
You're not scared, you just scare yourself sometimes.