
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Song language: English
The Writer |
Nearly ten years I’ve been working hard |
With blistered feet and broken hands |
I’ve worn my fingers to the bone |
With never a question or a doubt |
Of everything I’ve left behind or lived without |
I have walked a straight and narrow road |
If I have to break my heart then I’ll break it again |
I’ve lost count of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent |
Trying to find the perfect melody |
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been damned to carry on |
Sometimes I wonder if it’s right or if it’s wrong |
I just can’t rest until I find another song |
Some might say it was my first love |
Gave everything up, I couldn’t get enough |
I set my feet on this endless path |
I spend my days just passing time |
Between the last and another line |
When it comes I come alive |
If I have to break my heart then I’ll break it again |
I’ve lost count of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent |
Trying to find the perfect melody |
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been damned to carry on |
Sometimes I wonder if it’s right or if it’s wrong |
I just can’t rest until I find another song |
So I’ll scream 'till I can’t sing |
And I’ll keep playing 'till there’s blood on the strings |
'Cause it’s all I know |
Until the page can hold no ink |
Until the pen falls from my fingers |
I will write these songs |
If I have to break my heart then I’ll break it again |
I’ve lost count of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent |
Trying to find the perfect melody |
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been damned to carry on |
Sometimes I wonder if it’s right or if it’s wrong |
I just can’t rest until I find another song |