Original song by Kevin Hamman with Chris Scheulder playing electric and T-rex Roth on bass.
lyrics
The Black of the Words
And the black of the words fell down as the paper burned
And I was released from the tidal wave that I deserved.
The reason we are here depends upon a path, and you were there
Humility has a way of catching up to me (up to me) Chorus
Well some times I’ve been blinded by the throwing of the stones
So I build up my walls and start calling it, home.
Speaking the words and saying my sorrys for eternity.
To let go the rope on the boat and now I’m floating free.
The morning has come like a ray of hope that I can keep.
Before you dive into the waters boy make sure it’s deep (make sure it’s deep)
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