Jesse Marchant 6x3c3b

    Jesse Marchant

    The Whip 4zg3r

    Jesse Marchant 6x3c3b

    Jesse Marchant 6x3c3b


    Breaking apart
    From a life too late
    I saw the line
    Of the coward's trace
    It was time
    I took to running
    And I learned that quick
    Packing your life
    Onto a traveling stick
    Ain't a trial
    I came around in the fall
    In the rain
    Like every child
    Who is lost in their way
    Standing alone in the line

    Everybody likes to feel
    They're holding the whip
    Here everybody likes
    A goal they can drink to, a rise
    Yeah everybody's got
    Their lines and their ways
    And I never wanted
    To be part of a chase
    Or to heat a wan denial

    I see droves of lion faces
    Down every row I walk through
    Chasing the light
    Figuring out how
    The world we place here
    Into these black hole hearts
    Were fitted you and I
    Ending the race I am the last one
    Even now

    I felt the sun
    And the warm of the rays
    And in the dark
    In the canyon wind, alive
    There you were standing
    With your back to the waves
    I picked you up
    And then I lost you and babe
    I never got it back

    You were a light
    You didn't have to change
    I was the one
    Always had you straying behind
    Falling around
    In the righteous waste
    That I filled you up with
    It had to have pained you blind
    Is there no way
    To put it right for you
    Even now

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