The Belle Brigade

My old home with flowers on all the tables
Where did all that go
I guess the flowers got old and died

Wilted and dried from the sun who was never that able
To sit with you while you cried
Now he's the one who's alone

Yeah I'm trying
Yeah I'm trying real hard
Trying to build this thing back up from nothing
But I'm shooting in the dark
Keep on missing the mark, yeah
Yeah but there's no doubt in my mind that I feel something
Deep in my heart
Hot on my head, yeah

We are growing older and bolder
Trying to find the thread that connects our hearts
Stretches so damn far
Forget we're apart

But now I got my head
Said I'm trying to correct
My growing list of wrongs
And I'm surprised how it got this long

And yeah I was a child
But that don't cut it anymore
Not like we're playing on any little swing set

Is the world that's spinning 'round
We get stuck to the ground, yeah
Remember when we said that we could get higher
Yeah I believed that
And I feel it coming on
It's why I wrote this song, yeah

The Belle Brigade

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