Jeremy Larson - Footsteps

Following the footprints of your mother in a dream
They lead me to the water where your father's washing his hands clean
And you, in the shallow I see her shadow
Now the space is hollow to swing her gallows
You can hear the whisper in the trees feel it in the trembling of your knees
Killing every moment with your heartbeat, losing movement in your feet
But look now, his eyes all around you
And look down, his footprints surround you
In hindsight, a punch to a black eye
It's your fight, this fight you were born to lose
It's yours for the taking, such a lovely spacious grave
There's a wound just for thinking every time you misbehave
The more you follow, the more you follow
Your mother always sang the same refrain
Claming he is not the one to blame
I can leave here anytime I chose, this time I think he's truly changed
But look now, his eyes all around you
And look down, his footprints surround you
In hindsight, a punch to a black eye
It's your fight, this fight you were born to lose

Jeremy Larson - Footsteps

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