Saturday, 21 January 2017
The Only Hope
When I'm in bed alone
There's a darkness by my side
Not like they sing about in pop songs
No, only the blues can describe it
Feels like drowning now
Feels like sinking down
It starts out small
Then it's fifty feet tall
Crashing down on me like a wave
I'm a grain of sand
Clinging onto dry land
No point in even playing brave
You're the only hope I'll be saved
Before you, there were none
Who made me want to stick around
For more than just a little fun
But for all kinds of ups and downs
Feel it taking hold
I feel it sinking in
It starts out small
Then it's fifty feet tall
Washing over me like a wave
I'm a grain of sand
Clinging onto dry land
No point in even playing brave
You're the only hope I'll be saved
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