Tastes a lot like winter
And will it- release me
How much more to bring down the levy
And kill me - don't kill me
I've been stayin' high...
And I've been feelin' sorry
And I've been resurrecting my
Fortress to protect myself
Tired, beaten, worn down and tattered
Can you-even hear hear me?
What do you expect out of me
I'm being buried alive and screaming
Can't you see - Can't you see me ?
My hands slapped I'm cautious and leary
Of tryin' - oh but I'm tryin'
How am I to figure it out
All alone I've been kickin' around
Without my home - I'm so lost...
Writer/s: Ken Block