Sink Low

It sure is quiet around here the phone never rings anymore
So I'll wallow in silence and nail my soul to the floor
I'm angry and jealous and sick and tired of untruth

I'm lonely my pride is bruised

My wheels sink low - loves candle burns slow

If I spread my wings will I ever leave the ground
All of these painful scenes that drag me down

My wheels turn slow - loves candle burns low

Now my eyes are dressed in rags
To hide the scars from what I've seen
And my fall from grace could it be a lesson to you
If I trade my place would it be a lesson for you

These lyrics were taken from the parables for wooden ears CD cover

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