Matt Duke
To Whom It May Concern
Turn the lock to the doorLike I've done so beforeI cast a shadow that jumps for the ceiling,While my body falls fast to the floorAnd thinning blood made its wayAnd it coursed through my veinsA lighter head, quite discouraged, though listless,And a heavy heart that coddles the painBut I've been running around, baby,With my head in the clouds,But wishful thoughts never stopped the thunderThat drove my head back to the groundAnd I see shame in their eyesAs I come stumbling byStaring hard with their hands slightly pointingHow I wish someone held onto mineBut I've been running around, baby,With my head in the cloudsBut wishful thoughts never stopped the thunderThat drove my head back to the ground(no, no, no)And here are the last words I'll sayBefore I go awaySilent lips forcing pen onto paperThat'll go to whomever it may
From Letras Mania