Hammer Strong - A Small Victory

So hear its' your last chance to apologies 
For all the things I've done wrong 
And all these walks I walked alone 
And all these terrifying nights I spent alot 
And you know that if I had it all, 
Every breath of your whispers good night, 
I would trade it all for the wind to sting 
Our blood shot eyes 
And sweep us off our tired feet 
And spins us around 
So we can see if we're just walking circles 
It gets cold on the shore and I'm not sure 
It gets much better where we are going 
So buckle up, lock your door because 
Here on out I'm driving 
And I've got the radio tuned 
To the last station 
You cried to well, baby 
It gets warm tonight 
That's when you say we'll bury the hatchet now Well there's a soft spot in my spine 
With you first through these walks 
And your bones through flesh 
Take a look at the mess we made