A hundred mountains from the road,
Catch a tale of foretold dreams,
But I am not quite what I seem,
A toppled glass of broken pride.
A product of that childish pantry play,
Whether you were with me or you turned around and missed me,
Asked an honest question try to answer through the tension,
All you wanted from me was a shoulder when you're weak,
All I wanted from you was your time.
Just a little of your precious time.
Two eyes burning through the mist,
The answer crushes like a fist,
Rise and fall with every wave,
Try to find what's meant to be,
Then open up the door to change the scene,
Whether you were with me or you turned around and missed me,
Asked an honest question try to answer through the tension,
All you wanted from me was a shoulder when you're weak,
All I wanted from you was your time.
Just a little of your precious time.
To cauterize a wound that cuts too deep,
A sling to hold my soul up endlessly
To keep my head above so I can breathe
Keep me from crying in my sleep.
Whether you were with me or you turned around and missed me,
Asked an honest question try to answer through the tension,
All you wanted from me was a shoulder when you're weak,
All I wanted from you was your time.