brother please don't be angry
i do the very best that i can
and when i make it home
i'll show you the backs of my hands
pieces feel like they'll never fit inside
it never feels right
seasons feel like they're passing me by
i'm dying inside
and signs were brighter where there was no light
there never was a light
signs were brighter where there was no light
i'd light this fire from below
and let this body burn when i go
brother please don't be sad
i've taken the longest road that i could
and if i make it home
i'll tear down the nails and the wood
i'd light this fire from below
and let this body burn when i go