Cause I still hope my silence could be the ringing in your bones.
Well it's a long long time since I felt like I was ever close to home.
Let the gentle breeze sweep through my fingers and brush against my
face, and for the first time in
many years I can finally lift my head.
And to those who walk away, they take care not to stray.
So if the exit wounds won't heal, I promise that I'll take the blame.
Cause there is just so much I was planning to
say – that all I ever wanted was for you to stay.
Yet my voice has always felt like an echo in a
cave, I can't muster up the courage needed to be brave.
Cause I still hope my silence could be the ringing in your bones.
It's a long long time since I felt like I was ever close to home.
I let the gentle breeze sweep through
my fingers and brush against my face.
And for the first time in many years, I can finally feel my head

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