The Snake The Cross The Crown - Burning Old Stories lyrics

With hardened hands Make a fist And take down the wall With one desperate hit You're building and shaping The hate that you feel You're scratching out memories You're burning old stories Twenty-one years Of Bearing the cross Six Months away A mother has lost The youngest of three Ungrateful Unworthy Of any Pride, it's not what you have Love, it's just what you lack Give up this act Give it a rest It's time to come home It's time to move back Cause I know you're not waiting on me I hope you don't think that I'm letting go So I look at myself and ask What good could come from this show I can't say of any at all on its own From here on out there's no point in dwelling on The fact that you had put these conditions on A Love We had both given up Twenty-one years Of Bearing the cross Six Months away A mother has lost The youngest of three Ungrateful Unworthy Of any Pride, it's not what you have Love, it's just what you lack Give up this act Give it a rest It's time to come home It's time to move back Cause I know you're not waiting on me I hope you don't think that I'm letting go So I look at myself and ask What good could come from this show I can't say of any at all on its own From here on out there's no point in dwelling on The fact that you had put these conditions on A Love We had both given up ....... And I live to regret ...... And you're trying your best ..... From here on out there's no point in dwelling on The fact that you had put these conditions on A Love We had both given up From here on out there's no point in dwelling on The fact that you had put these conditions on A Love That we had both given up