paroles de chanson The Line - The Accidentals

When I sing these words into an empty room
I'm not sure if they will even make a sound
If I burn my paper courage
If I sew it in the ground
Will the ashes yield a seed to work around

There's a hollow that once held a sense of youth
A little patch of light I learned to cut in two
To cash it in for something wiser, I just want a little truth
From every fire and flood that feeds a deeper wound

It used to be like a creek
Flowing from a summit I could never see
Now it's frozen dry
Carving lines around my eyes
Tracing knots along my spine
It's so hard to find the time to let it breathe
To find the line between the truth and the belief

War is young in terms of time but it's got teeth
Tearing families and futures at the seams
Be it oil or gold or water
We have always treasured greed
We won't bite the dying hand of history

To my friends who think you'll save yourself some time
Because your confidence has withered up and died
You are more than what you carry
You are more than what you hide
You will never know how much you leave behind

It used to be like a creek
Flowing from a summit I could never see
Now it's frozen dry
Carving lines around my eyes
Tracing knots along my spine
It's so hard to find the time to let it breathe
To find the line between the truth and the belief

Every day dies in convulsion
I gotta smile away my pride
But my nerves are buzzing rhythms
Like defective power lines
Burning holes into my memory
Streaming smoke into the sky
One day we'll talk about what stars used to be like

It used to be like a creek
Flowing from a summit I could never see
Now it's frozen dry
Carving lines around my eyes
Tracing knots along my spine
It's so hard to find the time to let it breathe
To find the line between the truth and the belief

To find the line between the truth and the belief