Red Blooded Years - Aking

In hindsight my red blooded years will offer nothing to learn

In lingering nightfall it’s easier to see with no light at all

Rebuilding bridges still burning strong

Time to rekindle

What’s gone is gone

No need to dwell on the face of the one

That runs with your shadow

Leave the suitcase

Lose the gloves

Save your warm hands for the shovel

Watching a landscape unravel we hear sleepers yawn

The most vigilant eyes will someday grow tired of waiting

It all comes from nothing

It doesn’t matter that we’re going nowhere

More a means than an ending

Fate hanging from a nail

So terribly beautiful

I beat myself up for too long

No one has time for my sorrow