The Corrections -

If it’s getting late

These echo days

Will soon be done

When we’re redeemed, renewed

Confined, confused

And born to run away

To drier lands

Insurance scams

Will burn each part

As we rebuild, restart

Fugitive hearts

But you’re making this too hard

You’re making this too hard

If there’s nothing you

Can hold on to

I’ll lift my eyes

When i don’t have to choose

We’re bound to lose

‘cause you’re making this too hard

You’re making this too…