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Moth

Tired Old Heart

Old seared days are wounded with time
Diamonds blaze upon the finger’s mind
Here I am although I’m hard to see sometimes
Take my hand ’cause that’s all that you will find

It’s a tired old mind that thinks these things
And it’s a tired old heart that has no wings
And I was only trying to say goodbye to you
I was only trying to say goodbye to you
Goodbye to you

The longer I fall
The longer the wait
Impact is all
That I long for these days

And it’s a tired old mind that thinks these things
And it’s a tired old heart that has no wings and I was
Only trying to say goodbye to you
And now I’m only trying to say goodbye to you
And I move much slower than I used to do
And now I’m only trying to say goodbye to you
Goodbye to you…