Tight Grip
Lowstate
The knuckles turn to white
Against the heavy wooden frame
Counting every breath I take
While the walls begin to shake
Finding no one else to blame
This grip is getting far too tight
Trying to hold the fading light
Pulling on the heavy chain
Feeding on the steady rain
Nothing left to give tonight
(Searching for the edge of sight)
The leather on the chair is thin
Where the winter settled in
Looking for a place to rest
With a mountain on my chest
Everything is wearing down
(Sinking in this quiet town)
This grip is getting far too tight
Trying to hold the fading light
Pulling on the heavy chain
Feeding on the steady rain
Nothing left to give tonight
(Searching for the edge of sight)
Friction in the bone
Weight upon the stone
Finally let it go
This grip is getting far too tight
Trying to hold the fading light
Pulling on the heavy chain
Feeding on the steady rain
Nothing left to give tonight
(Searching for the edge of sight)
Searching for the edge of sight