I was taught the line but I couldn't find a reason to stay behind it
There I found a life that compounds the reasons for their warning oh
Feels like I gambled their advice on winnings that were anything but clear
At the time
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
Of my own name
I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made
Oh Lord, why couldn't you have made me like an oak tree
I could live off of my roots
For now, I'm untethered from the line that leads the oak skyward
I'm headed towards the
Raindrops that fall upon the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
Of my own name
I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my name
Of my own name
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
I'm brushing dirt off of my own name
I'm brushing dirt off of my own name
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I was taught the line but I couldn't find a reason to stay behind it
There I found a life that compounds the reasons for their warning oh
Feels like I gambled their advice on winnings that were anything but clear
At the time
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
Of my own name
I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made
Oh Lord, why couldn't you have made me like an oak tree
I could live off of my roots
For now, I'm untethered from the line that leads the oak skyward
I'm headed towards the
Raindrops that fall upon the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
Of my own name
I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my name
Of my own name
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
I'm brushing dirt off of my own name
I'm brushing dirt off of my own name
There I found a life that compounds the reasons for their warning oh
Feels like I gambled their advice on winnings that were anything but clear
At the time
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
Of my own name
I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made
Oh Lord, why couldn't you have made me like an oak tree
I could live off of my roots
For now, I'm untethered from the line that leads the oak skyward
I'm headed towards the
Raindrops that fall upon the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
Of my own name
I'm looking gravely at the grave I've made
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my name
Of my own name
Raindrops are falling on the dead
I'm pushing daisies from a headstone
Cold and covered in the shame of brushing dirt off of my own name
I'm brushing dirt off of my own name
I'm brushing dirt off of my own name
Writer: James Freeborn
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