Wearing The Tie

Wearing The Tie - The Early November

I fell down thirty feet of stairs

Landed in a hole buried under cloak

And as I grow I tried to let this go

But I cannot hide under half-shut eyes

And I feel it calling me again

In winter ice I stand

And I feel it calling me again

So what will it take

To make this finally the end

Carving snow I found myself a glove

So I took it home and my body mind and soul

We're draped in robes like soft and flowing tones

Through a combo and it's quarter cranked again

And this time I follow my own lines

And I feel it calling me again

In winter ice I stand

I feel it calling me again

So what will it take

To make this finally the end

It's the breaking point the crossed out

The fine lines we hide the lies

Medicine and crooked ties define

Why I'm not who you thought you liked

It's the breaking point the crossed out

The fine lines we hide the lies

Medicine and crooked ties define

Why I'm not who you thought you liked

It's the breaking point the crossed out

The fine lines we hide the lies

Medicine and crooked ties define

Why I'm not who you thought you liked