Song | Buck up, they're coming. |
Artist | Weaver At The Loom |
Album | I Was Searching And I Found |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The air is good here, | |
So I'll breathe in deeply, | |
Then release all that I hold inside. | |
My lungs are gilded gold, | |
But I know how the time may go | |
Before the toxins flow. | |
I'll wait quietly, I'll wait quietly. | |
Because I'm afraid | |
And longing to be brave, | |
Now, and face these toxins, | |
Without any fears, | |
Without one single fear. | |
Toxins roam these parts | |
From time to time, | |
So watch yourself, | |
Because they might just land themselves | |
Upon your doorstep |