when I thought that I’d be letting out my darkest now,
and in my climbing out I think I let you live.
I wish you’d try to save me,
your silence makes me crazy.
It takes a lot to say that something is fate,
I kind of know where you’re headed.
Am I too up front, or am I just on time?
Well where is your head at?
and in my climbing out I think I let you live.
I wish you’d try to save me,
your silence makes me crazy.
It takes a lot to say that something is fate,
I kind of know where you’re headed.
Am I too up front, or am I just on time?
Well where is your head at?
The Dangerous Summer
