This song,
Live from a log cabin in the forest at Wild Spirit Backpackers
To Be Whole
Been caught with a lust for time,
Shameful villainous hoarder of sand.
But without measure to hold my rhyme,
Am I a drifter in this land?
Well oh you poor thing,
There's no consoling,
Oh you see everything is the last thing
You'll ever do.
Get naked to feel the fire,
And stitch your wounds with scarlet twine.
Well how does it feel on the half-shell?
What good is flying if your feet swell?
Well who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you to tell the way out the well?
Sometimes you're too thirsty.
Too thirsty to drink.
This is a war against the will to sink.
This is a war against the will to sink.
Touch my heart and you teach my soul,
Or talk in riddles to scattered fools.
I do what I need to be whole,
I do what I need to be whole.
A little heartache, heartache,
A little heart can change the world
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