Touchstone lyrics

Artist  : Breathless 
Song : Touchstone



 Send "Touchstone" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
Overhead the sky seems almost clear the fire has
seen the water dry and age falls back on itself
again save yourself and stay warm by the hope you
hold like I do I do What kind of home is this?
What kind of home is this? I don't know, I don't
care what time of day it is "Send me more water,
and now" she cried and the clock rolls it's tired
eyes wait until morning hold out until it comes
Heaven know swhere all this goes wasted thoughts
that find no words are you listening? are you
listening? What kind of home lets the cold winds
blow in from the badlands around where we are?
and how can a moment burn down the bridges we've
worked hard so long to secure? it's a fine time
for kind hearts to hang up their fine thoughts
and throw all regret to the fire and burn with
their memory the wounds and the reveries that all
of their efforts have bought gainsay resigning and
callenge maintained we borrow the skills for the
course andhand itn the outcome forgetting to
count up that seconds in time are our loss So
christen these kind hearts with names they don't
deserve and measure out the sanity that falls
into lunacy hung bitter sweet faded and lost
Please don't turn away from the innocence we hear
perfection is always ruined when it's near enough
to hear those here would die for me I fear and no
one trys by their own admission so pass the time
and the ammunition there is more for those still
searching oh come on and look again it's not a
question of superstition there is no need to be
afraid