Lyrics The Optimist - Adam French

The Optimist

I’m the rust in the ring
I’m the tears running down your face
Oh I’m the blood that’s rushing through your veins
I’m the numb that’s pushing out the pain
Whatever I am to you that’s fine
Whatever I am to you that’s fine
But I hope that your children get to know my name
And I hope that your heart can figure out the pain
I hope, I hope
You won’t let it got to waste
I hope, I hope
I’m a fleur in the sun
I’m the damage that’s been done
Oh I’m a ghost in the night in the night
I’m the darkness shading out the light
Whatever I am to you that’s fine
Whatever I am to you that’s fine
But I hope that your children get to know my name
And I hope that your heart can figure out the pain
And I hope, I hope
You won’t let it go to waste
I hope, I hope
But it takes time, to fix it up
Though I’ll pick up all the pieces of the dust
It takes time, to fix it up
Though I’ll pick up all the pieces of the dust
There’s nothing left of us
I hope that children get to know my name
But I hope that your heart can figure out the pain
I hope, I hope
You won’t let it go to waste
I hope, I hope