A young unassuming lad from Toronto. Fiddles with his guitar and sometimes a few tunes come out.
Lyrics
The lovers and the fighters, they're giving each other hell
They're all convinced, they've got something to sell
So they bicker on and on about who's right and who's wrong
In their lonely little sandbox with the lines they've drawn
So weigh down on me
I can take the weight, I can love the hate
I can speak for the ones you've betrayed
I can take it, I can take it
I can dull the blade, I can play the game
I can take it all, all the same
I can take it, I can take it
And when the day does end and the evening calls
They'll be left with their hearts out, exposed as frauds
But tommorrow brings another day to start it all again
And the virtous among us are left hanging by a thread
And the weight falls on me
The weight of this catastrophe
The weight falls on me
Guess it's the cost of being free
