I am sick. I am not doing well.
I’m writing home, because I your need help.
Livin’ the dream ain’t so dreamy darlin’
Livin’ the dream isn’t me
I can’t kill this animal between my ears
I can’t stop feeding it what I’ve fed it years
Can you restore what’s been taken?
Can you restore what’s been given away?
What good is freedom if my heart’s a slave to sin?
My allegiance lies me
Oh, my pride is overwhelming
My hands ready, my body poised, for malevolence
I can’t keep fighting it, I can’t swing through the tears
Can you restore what’s been taken?
Can you restore what’s been given away?
I’d like a little of your blood but that’s all
Just enough forgiveness to keep on being careless.
Am I more than the sum of the things I have and haven’t done?
How do we undo what’s already been done? With nothing to stand on,
We fall, We’ve been falling before we first stood up
Can you restore what’s been taken?
Can you restore what’s been given away?
Am I more than the sum of the things I have and haven’t done?
