Song | Season of My Weakness |
Artist | The Killigans |
Album | Brown Bottle Hymnal |
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I pause a moment for reflection | |
Ponder this peaceful benediction | |
While all that surrounds me | |
Is benign | |
It seems I’ve lost my inspiration | |
My last artistic motivation | |
The only thing, I have enough of, | |
Is time | |
I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow | |
Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night | |
My soul will be at peace and Ill go on | |
Its bitter cold and I am hurting | |
It’s been a long road that’s for certain | |
Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain | |
Alone | |
Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless | |
I scream aloud “Dear God I am helpless!” | |
But there are none to hear my desperate cries | |
But the stones |
I pause a moment for reflection | |
Ponder this peaceful benediction | |
While all that surrounds me | |
Is benign | |
It seems I' ve lost my inspiration | |
My last artistic motivation | |
The only thing, I have enough of, | |
Is time | |
I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow | |
Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night | |
My soul will be at peace and Ill go on | |
Its bitter cold and I am hurting | |
It' s been a long road that' s for certain | |
Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain | |
Alone | |
Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless | |
I scream aloud " Dear God I am helpless!" | |
But there are none to hear my desperate cries | |
But the stones |
I pause a moment for reflection | |
Ponder this peaceful benediction | |
While all that surrounds me | |
Is benign | |
It seems I' ve lost my inspiration | |
My last artistic motivation | |
The only thing, I have enough of, | |
Is time | |
I whisper to myself that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow | |
Though I have nothing left, if I can make it through the night | |
My soul will be at peace and Ill go on | |
Its bitter cold and I am hurting | |
It' s been a long road that' s for certain | |
Bereft of aid, Ill climb this mountain | |
Alone | |
Antagonistic winds cut through me relentless | |
I scream aloud " Dear God I am helpless!" | |
But there are none to hear my desperate cries | |
But the stones |