Lyrics Final Call - Oscar Lang

Final Call

It’s the final call
The bus stopped some time ago
My breath’s fogging up
On tempered glass windows
And the skies open up
When I’m on my way home
Oh the pressure’s enough
Finding patience alone
Sick of getting up
And the weight of the world
Life’s getting tough
When it feels undeserved
Staring at my feet
Holding up my arms
I’m tirelessly weak
Speaking out my palms
Is it good for your health?
Making endless demands
Have you lost yourself?
Watch it slip through your hands