Endless Atlas - 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
Excuses
Excuses
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
What if I'm not enough for you
What if I'm not enough
What if I'm not enough for you

Written by:
Dale Hiscock

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