skin & bones - A Plea For Purging

These wheels are turning in my head to slowly go

Where I'd rather be instead Laying low

Skin and bones we know

Made of stone move slow

These are the days

Fear takes its hold around my throat

Lost is the chase

Giving in to distance left to go to make it home

This heart is bleeding in my chest from letting go

I just can't stop from needing hope in a better place

Instead somewhere to grow

I wish we could start leaving

Hands and feet won't move

All these things we'll lose

These are the days

Fear takes its hold around my throat

Lost is the chase

Giving in to distance left to go we can go home