Madman - Sean Rowe

You can call me a madman, but I’m spoken for

You can take my possessions, leaves me an open door

And the city has a way to make you forget

About half the stuff you love and things you don’t know yet

About the space that’s left when nobody talks

About the quiet on the path where nobody walks

When the road takes me to the other side of the world

Let a walnut tree replace me, give my body back to the birds

You can call me a madman, but I’m spoken for

Should I blame my profession or should I bless the war?

And the city has a way just to make you forget

About half the stuff you love and things you don’t know yet

About the space that’s left when nobody talks

About the quiet on the path where nobody walks

When the road takes me to the other side of the world

'Till the end decides to break me, I will put my hand on the word