Gone are my fighting days
The way I flew towards you
My wings have prays inbeded in them
Come curl up with me
We'll wait up the storm
Fisher gutted
My trees are down
The lines are down and
I'm barely hanign on
I'm barely hanging on
I'm haning on to you
I sat on the laundry line
Your cloths they blow next to mine
Stretched out from pine to pine
And I will never underestimate
Time flies but everythign else stay
Centered in a hurricane and I
I'm barely hanign on
I'm barely hanging on
I'm haning on to you
I'm barely hanging on
I'm barely hanging on
I'm haning on to you
I've been to the egde before
But never this close I swore
I fly if the plan crashed
Used clouds as my life raft
I swam if the boat sunk
Drink salt till I float drunk
Drunk on arrival
Drunk on survival
I'm barely hanign on
I'm barely hanging on
I'm haning on to you
I'm barely hanging on
I'm barely hanging on
I'm haning on to you
Gone are my fighitng days
The way I flew towards you
My wings have prays...