All This Time - Belle Mare

In my head,

You’d be certain.

For a while you’ve been floating away,

But you would run run back here again.

Dig you’re way through the sand to my bed and forget

firing guns for the sake of the past.

All this time, I’ve been hearing things and switching the meaning.

We were built for this thing I’ve been told

By every moment we’ve had to hold.

Couldn’t pass

In the eyes of it all.

It’s a trick

Or it’s the wrong path I’m on.

Or maybe it’s the end of a fire,

Can’t be carried with no hands holding on

Or perhaps I got it all wrong.

All this time, I’ve been hearing things and switching the meaning.

We were built for this thing I’ve been told

By every moment we’ve had to hold.