Sorry Soul - Westward the Tide

Through the cities and the roads that I’ve travelled all alone I am ready, and I want to go home Through the timbre, through the fall I’ve seen trouble, I’ve

With a still imagination We'd be painting with grey until the colors come back on some colorful day World's weight on our shoulders We'll be dripping with wine

Those tiny eyes, they’ll paralyze They’ll melt you down and make a mess of your insides Who would have guessed I’d be held up by a gaze Held up high for days