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Shaman's Harvest

In The End

 

In The End

(album: Smokin' Hearts & Broken Guns - 2014)


In the end, could you say you won with certainty.
Or did time, drag you through the mud with gravity.
All I know you never really get the feeling that it is over.
In the end.

Your words crush like a hammer,
on the anvil in my heart.
Any thought of a compromise,
turns to shrapnel in my mouth.
You were so fucking heavy
when I was getting off the ground.
I carried you to the finish line,
you disappeared into the crowd.

In the end, could you say you won with certainty.
Or did time, drag you through the mud with gravity.
All I know you never really get the feeling that it's over.
In the end.

The stars seem so far away,
like the the distance in your eyes.
Glazing over the moment,
I gave in without a fight.
I have no regrets for following desire.
But now the roses in the window sill,
have grown into barbed wire.

In the end, could you say you won with certainty.
Or did time, drag you through the mud with gravity.
All I know you never really get the feeling that it is over.
In the end.
could you say you won with certainty.
Or did time, drag you through the mud with gravity.
All I know you never really get the feeling that it is over.
In the end.

As the world slowly dies from a broken heart.
We were shot down from the start.
Never could quite pass out from the pain.
Is this supposed to be a second chance.
Will we remember how to dance.
Turning circles over all our days.
All our days,
our days
All our days,
our days
All our...

As the world slowly dies from a broken heart.
We were shot down from the start.
Never could quite pass out from the pain.
Is this supposed to be a second chance.
Will we remember how to dance.
Turning circles over all our days.

In the end, could you say you won certainty.
In the end.

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