Sean Rowe - Flying lyrics
[Sean Rowe - Flying lyrics]
There was a time I could not cry
But that has left me now
For 7 years I could not dream
But now that's done
There were songs I could not sing
Words I could not know
But they found me on a bridge
And they broke my heart
There was a way I used to talk
I cannot recognize
And now my language cannot give
Me what I need
And I tore it from my bible and
I kept it from my gob
I would not lose to junkies on the street
It hit me so hard i could not see
That shot was only meant for me
And all the faces that I knew
They were lying
When the hard road went back to sand
And with the wheel still in my hand
I built a highway out of dust
And I was flying
There was a way I used to talk
I cannot recognize
And now my language cannot give
Me what I need
And I tore it from my bible and
I kept it from my gob
I would not lose to junkies on the street
It hit me so hard i could not see
That shot was only meant for me
And all the faces that I knew
They were lying
When the hard road went back to sand
And with the wheel still in my hand
I built a highway out of dust
And I was flying
But that has left me now
For 7 years I could not dream
But now that's done
There were songs I could not sing
Words I could not know
But they found me on a bridge
And they broke my heart
There was a way I used to talk
I cannot recognize
And now my language cannot give
Me what I need
And I tore it from my bible and
I kept it from my gob
I would not lose to junkies on the street
It hit me so hard i could not see
That shot was only meant for me
And all the faces that I knew
They were lying
When the hard road went back to sand
And with the wheel still in my hand
I built a highway out of dust
And I was flying
There was a way I used to talk
I cannot recognize
And now my language cannot give
Me what I need
And I tore it from my bible and
I kept it from my gob
I would not lose to junkies on the street
It hit me so hard i could not see
That shot was only meant for me
And all the faces that I knew
They were lying
When the hard road went back to sand
And with the wheel still in my hand
I built a highway out of dust
And I was flying