The Dirtiest Things

Early November,The

Album: The Early November Durasi: 3:35

I don't fear the end of my time

I'm hardly holding on

My spirit's all that shows

I'm already a ghost

Better cherish that light

Before your sun refuses to shine

Better offer it your soul

Better let it take you home

Hope will keep you all alone

But if I were the king of the forest

I'd probably sell the trees and give us air to breath

I'm just like you

It's only nature to be cruel

And I'd like to think the sacrifice

Would give me what I need to stay alive

We do the dirtiest things

To be the beautiful ones

We find a way

To just complain about being alive

We'd tax the air if I could

And make them pay every dime

We'd find a way

To make the dollar have to keep us alive

And I hate to let it show

But I can never let it go

And then make it so you know

I could never live without never live without hope