Lyrics to ghost on the shore free#

There is hate inside my heart, I’m told it’s been there from the start, from the moment you were born, until the day that you depart, all you can do is try your best to pick it all apart, until your soul is satisfied, or at least until you settle for a lie, now we are alive, we will love and we will thrive, you're goddamn right we’re gonna do more than just get by. It’s not an easy thing to grasp, it’s hard to let go of your past, just make each day a little better than the last, you got time on your side but my friend you know it’s fading fast. There is poison in my veins, it fills my head and my heartstrings, it floods my judgement, but it takes away my pain, oh Lord how’d I ever let it get this way.

So tonight I’ll be an artist, tonight I’ll be my mother’s son, tonight I’ll be my baby girl’s true love, and the next one I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, gone, gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone.

Lyrics to ghost on the shore free#

Love don’t leave me waiting here behind, a heart that will never be satisfied, I know that our glory it will fade, at least we’ll say we were free in our own way, in our own way, in our own way, in our own way, in our own way, in our own way, in our own way. The horizons gone and came, the sun burns like a flame, off to make a name, again. Maybe I’m too selfish, and maybe I’m a little scared, and maybe I’m so tired I can’t see straight that I’m searching for what’s already there, yeah I’m searching for what’s already there. My mind is not made up, if I like what I’ve become, but sure as the sun come rising in the east in the morning I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone. It’s taken the best of me, my youth and my sanity, but you can’t blame a man for trying goddamn, at least you know that he’s got a dream, he’s got a dream, he’s got a dream, he’s got a dream. I just can’t stop movin, if I do I start to rust, I ain’t slept in years you see, and it still just ain’t enough, it ain’t enough, it ain’t enough, it ain’t enough. Yesterday I was an artist, tonight I’ll be my mother’s son, tomorrow I’ll be my baby girl’s true love, and the next one I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone. Well it’s never too late to start again, it’s never too late to run, it’s never too late to become the one you want, the one you want, the one you want, the one you want, the one you want.

The rumination in your mind, of failure and lost time, all you need to do is forgive yourself shit it won’t cost you a dime. It’s the fear that keeps you still, off the road and on the pills, for your brother you would kill for the almighty dollar bill. Everyone out here they know your game, Don’t you for one moment dare complain, you know you can always start again, again, start again. It’s never too late to run, it’s never too late to become the one you want, the one you want, the one you want. It’s the persistence within, the eternal sink or swim, it’s what keeps you going when you’re down not the reason you begin. It’s the hope that you contain, it’s the love that keeps you sane, it’s the expectation that you change instead of dealing with the pain. You poor broken thing, the feeling you have, it won’t go away, it’s making you mad, oh you poor broken thing. It’s the burden you’ve made for yourself, it will not be carried by anybody else, get your feet on the ground, get your head in the clear, we want you around this time next year. This feeling that ya have it won’t go away, no, it’ll follow you like your shadow for all of your days, it’s the burden you’ve made for yourself, it won’t be carried by anybody else, get your feet on the ground, get your head in the clear, we want you around this time next year. You poor broken thing, you’ve been dealt a bad hand, this life it ain’t fair we all understand, but you’ve been here before, on this merry go round, if you don’t get clean you’ll end up in the ground.

This feeling that ya have it won’t go away, no, it’ll follow you like your shadow for all of your days, it’s the burden you’ve made for yourself, it won’t be carried by anybody else, you poor broken thing.

You poor broken thing, how’d it ever get so bad, have you forgotten about the love you once had, but you’ve been here before, you can beat it again, this world was made for second chances.