Heavy Hands

Words drew blood on the tip of your poison tongue get in the car and run from the tip of your tongue You and I know I don't have an antidote as loud as Love Tell me son, where did you go Bury your head in the snow Tell me son, what did you gain And w

Could it be the dream was meant to deceive, When everything in me Bought that happiness would follow it's lead If only I believed? And now the choice is mine to let it die and hope I rise again 'Cause reveries of flight only left me questioning. This