Esc - Woodvine

Above us the sun is melting
And flowing over our heads
The desert - it strips us of our skins
Exposing our skeletons within

And our excuses

You say that this feels like home
As we sink roots in the ground
I'd like to think you're right and this could be
But I also see the mark this could leave

What if I'm not enough?

Written by:
Dale Hiscock

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