This Old Wound [Bonus Track]
Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new
And sometimes eyes turn black and sometimes scars are tracks
But every time you're gone, I wish that you'd come back
And everyone watched me waste myself
And everyone cheered at last
And all of them found it comforting
It's better it's me, than them
I think I'm doing well from what they say
They've taken both my belt and shoelaces away
Well I believe in luck, I think I do
Well, I'd believe for sure, if ever I saw you
Well, I've been fanning flames from these old coals
Feeding them with tinder and hoping they will grow
Well, I've been savoring what I can't hold
A blind belief in goodness that doesn't seem to show
Well, I've been bleeding well from this old wound
Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new
Autor(es): CHRISTOPHER ANDREW CARRABBA