February Seven

February Seven - The Avett Brothers

I went on the search for something true

I was almost there when I found you

Sooner than my fate was wrote

A perfect blade it slit my throat

And beads of lust released into the air

When I awoke you were standing there

I was on the mend when I fell through

The sky around was anything but blue

I found as I regained my feet

A wound across my memory

That no amount of stitches would repair

But I awoke and you were standing there

There's no fortune at the end of the road

That has no end

There's no returning to the spoils

Once you've spoiled the thought of them

There's no falling back asleep

Once you've wakened from the dream

Now I'm rested and I'm ready

I'm rested and I'm ready to begin

I'm ready to begin

I went on the search for something real

Traded what I know for how I feel

But the ceiling and the walls collapsed

Upon the darkness I was trapped

And as the last of breath was drawn from me

Light broke in and brought me to my feet

There's no fortune at the end of the road

That has no end

There's no returning to the spoils

Once you've spoiled the thought of them

There's no falling back asleep

Once you've wakened from the dream

Now I'm rested and I'm ready

I'm rested and I'm ready

I'm rested and I'm ready

I'm rested and I'm ready

I'm rested and I'm ready

I'm rested and I'm ready to begin

I'm ready to begin