In This Short Time - Jesse Marchant

Tell his sister he’s fine

How could I explain the fall

In this short time

It’ll have to wait

And if he dies before

One thing I’ll have been right

To have tried

Was believing blindly in his heart

Tread light

In the crossfire of a man

And his silent need

You take for granted your light

You fly too low

Well I saw you there

You were lit

Like it seems it is soft

Like it seems like a fire

Like I long ago

Seemed to care

Peel your eyes

Who in the dark hall

Of your enemy

Strikes a match

For you can lie

To one fool or another

But not to me

Well ok, run