Geographer - The Guest lyrics

[Geographer - The Guest lyrics]

My days are like a drum
That I beat on ‘til my hands are numb
I’ve been trying to get pity from the stars
But all I’m moving is my own heart

I waited hours to not know
I waited here cause I had nowhere else to go
I just want someone to call my own
Meager consolation for being born

Everything keeps happening
Whether your eyes are closed or open
Is it a game or a burden
If there’s an end there must be a beginning

I waited hours to not know
I waited here cause I had nowhere else to go
I just want someone to call my own
Meager consolation for being born

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