Song | Harder Than Stone |
Artist | City and Colour |
Album | The Hurry and the Harm (Deluxe Version) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Someday I will walk away | |
When time ain't drawing on me like a blade | |
Back turned to the setting sun | |
Leaving behind Toronto's incessant hum | |
‘Cause I was born and raised | |
To live beyond | |
The heft and weight | |
Of a world undone | |
But I don’t mean to be a bother | |
I don’t need you to take my burden away | |
And I ain’t afraid of dying | |
Cold and alone | |
Traipsing though the utter dark | |
Walking underneath the dead moonlight | |
Without any great concern | |
For what I’ve missed or how many bridges have burned | |
Like a bird who flies | |
Away from the North | |
My heart will roam | |
In search of warmth | |
But I don’t mean to be a bother | |
I don’t need you to take my burden away | |
And I ain’t afraid of dying | |
Cold and alone | |
When my time comes | |
When I was young | |
I didn’t know too much | |
I thought that I could rule the world | |
Then I grew up | |
And found out life was hard | |
Harder than stone |
Someday I will walk away | |
When time ain' t drawing on me like a blade | |
Back turned to the setting sun | |
Leaving behind Toronto' s incessant hum | |
' Cause I was born and raised | |
To live beyond | |
The heft and weight | |
Of a world undone | |
But I don' t mean to be a bother | |
I don' t need you to take my burden away | |
And I ain' t afraid of dying | |
Cold and alone | |
Traipsing though the utter dark | |
Walking underneath the dead moonlight | |
Without any great concern | |
For what I' ve missed or how many bridges have burned | |
Like a bird who flies | |
Away from the North | |
My heart will roam | |
In search of warmth | |
But I don' t mean to be a bother | |
I don' t need you to take my burden away | |
And I ain' t afraid of dying | |
Cold and alone | |
When my time comes | |
When I was young | |
I didn' t know too much | |
I thought that I could rule the world | |
Then I grew up | |
And found out life was hard | |
Harder than stone |
Someday I will walk away | |
When time ain' t drawing on me like a blade | |
Back turned to the setting sun | |
Leaving behind Toronto' s incessant hum | |
' Cause I was born and raised | |
To live beyond | |
The heft and weight | |
Of a world undone | |
But I don' t mean to be a bother | |
I don' t need you to take my burden away | |
And I ain' t afraid of dying | |
Cold and alone | |
Traipsing though the utter dark | |
Walking underneath the dead moonlight | |
Without any great concern | |
For what I' ve missed or how many bridges have burned | |
Like a bird who flies | |
Away from the North | |
My heart will roam | |
In search of warmth | |
But I don' t mean to be a bother | |
I don' t need you to take my burden away | |
And I ain' t afraid of dying | |
Cold and alone | |
When my time comes | |
When I was young | |
I didn' t know too much | |
I thought that I could rule the world | |
Then I grew up | |
And found out life was hard | |
Harder than stone |