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• Artiste: Evening Hymns
• Titre: Broken Rifle
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I'm grappling for something to hold onto Letting out miles of line so I can find my way home When everything is up for discussion You're running, running dear just to catch your breath You're sending me signals that I could believe in Pushing my hips to the edge of the ledge to look down When everything's wide open before you Is when you'll pull back and explode and it'll all go down This broken rifle's got a bullet with your name on it And I'm trying and I'm trying to line you up in my sights But you're hard to pin down when you're moving like a river But I'll try and I'll try to put out your lights I'm building a stone wall I hope will protect me Battling gunshots, these thoughts of rejecting When everything falls so softly before me You come, pull in, touch down then destroy me I'm napping, I'm napping my afternoon away Thinking we'd be better off picking up, getting away This is how I'll spend the rest of my days Maybe oh maybe I will be okay This broken record's got your name right in the middle And I'm pushing you, pushing you out of my lights I carved your name into the back of my fiddle That I play on the pier in the dark to call you in from the night