Seven Years

Taking on seven years the holy ghost had left alone

Test my arms, kick like crazy

And Ive been trying way to long

only if he could push his way off to fight you

im sorry, im sorry, im not sure

Getting off my chest

the story ends

I would find a way without you

(tell him his eyes see too clear)

That mistake was gold

I know that without you

its something that I could never do

that was why staple the eyes and

seven dates for me to sell machines

and tear on

seven years you assured me

that Id be fine if I complied

only push the way off to fight you

Im sorry Im sorry im not sure

getting my chest the story now ends

I would find a way without you

(tell him his eyes see too clear)

Dont treat me Im to blame

Dont treat me like I ever accused you