Am I here again?
Same old fear again
Old heart, old heart
Sink the chasm
Behold, how I come apart!
What will remain on the surface of me?
What will take place in my deep O and
What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart?
Now I'm here again
Held by fear again
Cold heart, cold heart
Sink the fathoms
Behold, how I come apart!
What will be left on my surface?
What will wake in my deep O and
What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart?
Out the door
Down the path
Through the gate
Up the bridle way
To the mist
On the hill
In the North wind
Under the hanging tree
Buried there
With my letters
Below the roots
Bound in leather
Dig the earth
Cut the glebe
You will find
All that's left of me
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Am I here again?
Same old fear again
Old heart, old heart
Sink the chasm
Behold, how I come apart!
What will remain on the surface of me?
What will take place in my deep O and
What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart?
Now I'm here again
Held by fear again
Cold heart, cold heart
Sink the fathoms
Behold, how I come apart!
What will be left on my surface?
What will wake in my deep O and
What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart?
Out the door
Down the path
Through the gate
Up the bridle way
To the mist
On the hill
In the North wind
Under the hanging tree
Buried there
With my letters
Below the roots
Bound in leather
Dig the earth
Cut the glebe
You will find
All that's left of me
Same old fear again
Old heart, old heart
Sink the chasm
Behold, how I come apart!
What will remain on the surface of me?
What will take place in my deep O and
What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart?
Now I'm here again
Held by fear again
Cold heart, cold heart
Sink the fathoms
Behold, how I come apart!
What will be left on my surface?
What will wake in my deep O and
What will become of this tired beleaguered defeated unbeloved lonesome old heart?
Out the door
Down the path
Through the gate
Up the bridle way
To the mist
On the hill
In the North wind
Under the hanging tree
Buried there
With my letters
Below the roots
Bound in leather
Dig the earth
Cut the glebe
You will find
All that's left of me
Writer: Sheridan Lunt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid