The Old Haunt

Hints of a higher hand lost on the some Past deeds would never lead the mischief to a christening and Gears twist and grind away spur to speed While echoed silhouettes deliver to an early dream Held out of love but gripped to tight A breath left hanging in the air You want to leave your home But you don't want to lose control And there's far too many ways to die Far too many ways to die You want to keep your soul Above the ocean floor But there's far too many waves to try Far too many ways to die Take a tip from me I swear I've seen it all before The fear of what could be Will keep you from wanting more Held out of love But gripped too tight Left up, hung In the air You want to leave your home But you don't want to lose control And there's far too many ways to die Far too many ways to die You want to keep your soul Above the ocean floor But there's far too many waves to try Far too many ways to die Never could we keep these things from happening Never found a way to keep the love in me Took too long to speak, and never stop to breathe, to breathe We read the risks hand in hand A ruined rest but now we wake up We cut our teeth on foreign plans Then cursed the air, but now we wake up Wake up --- The Old Haunt - The Dear Hunter