lyrics
I’m scanning for exits,
And you’re holding my hand,
But our patience is rusting,
In this foreign land,
And we’ll stay up for hours,
To see this thing through,
But we’ll never be old enough,
To see how we grew,
We’ll find strength we’ve never had,
And we’ll take charge of our own plans,
And we’ll fight fire with fire,
‘til we can feel the warmth of our own hands,
I’m scanning for exits,
And you’re taking your time,
But we’re looking for answers,
We know we can’t find,
And we’ll stay up for hours,
To see this thing through,
But try as we might,
It’ll never come true,
We’ll find strength we’ve never had,
And we’ll take charge of our own plans,
And we’ll fight fire with fire,
‘til we can feel the warmth of our two hands,
We’ll find strength we’ve never had,
And we’ll take charge of our own plans,
And we’ll fight fire with fire,
‘til we can feel the warmth of our own hands
credits
from
Maps,
released April 13, 2010
Eric Charles Christenson: Piano/Drums/Vocals
Recorded in Eau Claire, WI
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