Always

always in the heart of the street

looking to just sit and rest

but if you meant to come to me and lend me a hand

is it hard not to hesitate

there’s only so much I ask for

heart cold as ice, when you turn and leave

always on the edge is my sanity

indecision keeps me wide awake

I don’t want it

lift me, only higher

til I feel that breeze warm

like I wanted

always in the heart of the street

looking to just sit and rest

but if you meant to come to me and lend me a hand

Is it hard not to hesitate

there’s only so much I ask for

maybe on that side of the road

I could spend more time fantasizing about something

night grows dark and cold

can we get through the season once more

waiting out the dusk

always in the heart of the street

looking to just sit and rest

but if you meant to come to me and lend me a hand

is it hard not to hesitate

there’s only so much I ask for

always in the heart of the street

looking to just sit and rest

but if you meant to come to me and lend me a hand

is it hard not to hesitate

there’s only so much I ask for

heart cold as ice, when you turn and leave

always on the edge is my sanity

indecision keeps me wide awake

I don’t want it

lift me, only higher

til I feel that breeze warm

like I wanted

always in the heart of the street

looking to just sit and rest

but if you meant to come to me and lend me a hand

Is it hard not to hesitate

there’s only so much I ask for

maybe on that side of the road

I could spend more time fantasizing about something

night grows dark and cold

can we get through the season once more

waiting out the dusk

always in the heart of the street

looking to just sit and rest

but if you meant to come to me and lend me a hand

is it hard not to hesitate

there’s only so much I ask for