Words and music by Patrick Wickenden Hunter
On the other side I turn my head walls of twenty years of entitlement
Through the drunken haze I see your eyes every word you said as you speak
Quiet slivers of breath are all that I hear whispering sweet nothing in my ear
This is your reward for making it through
Lived four years in Hell I can live without you
But every thing that other wise was doomed to fail but at least I tried
To reach you now if not before if nothing less and never more
I can hold your hand while I'm coming down
I can flap my arms until my feet don't touch the ground
Holding on to nothing at all
And I want to know can you hear me?
In another place on the other side disembodied parts of someone else's life
You know I did this just to prove I can I fake everything like the whore I am
And all these thoughts of other things losing my mind I am balancing
On another thought of what's come before if nothing less whatevermore?
I can hold your hand while you're coming down
I can flap my arms Until my feet don't touch the ground
Holding on to nothing at all
And I want to know can you hear me?
Sometimes I think living is the hardest thing to do
But God give me strength and I can make it out alive
I can make it on my own
(today is the best day of my life)
I can hold your hand while I'm coming down
I can flap my arms Until my feet don't touch the ground
Holding on mother this is all
That I want to know is can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?