A Maker Of My Time
The Paper Kites
Refer as x57755 Intro: x3 verse 1: Held up here it’s a silent fear And this space don’t take my mind A cloudy wake it’s a young mistake That I’m clothed in I can’t see when I’m filled with sleep It’s a golden dream of mine But when I rise with my morning eyes It’s all spoken Wait don’t drown it in the waterhole Taste the feeling of a fever soul All in all I need to get me through verse 2: I still stir such a war of words I’m a maker of my time I feeble man with a broken plan Oh I’m loathing Make my bed on the great unsaid And my meekness sends me low I stood fair but you still weren’t there So you’ve chosen Wait don’t drown it in the waterhole Taste the feeling of a fever soul All in all I need to get me through Wait don’t drown it in the waterhole Taste the feeling of a fever soul