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Eventually

Brock Hillman © October 10, 2004 - April 03, 2005

 

What am I doing here?

A little light upon my face

A little shame I can’t erase

I’m telling you I can’t stay long

Got a plane that I can’t miss

Got to try to settle this

All I know is the sun will rise

Give it over and the sky will light

Give it love and the wrong will right eventually

I’m telling you I feel displaced

Every night I lay in bed

Running pictures through my head

Try to believe there’s still a chance

With a thousand conversations

We got a million scars between us

All I know is the sun will rise

Give it over and the sky will light

Give it love and the wrong will right eventually … eventually

We could lose, we could see it all come back to this

But we could live, we could live to know what could have been

All I know is the sun will rise

Give it over and the sky will light

Give it love and the wrong will right eventually … eventually