Album Cover On the Mend

On the Mend

The Broken View

6

I′m on the mend

Cause somebody left

Tired and nervous been waiting too longTo say what I meant

You'll reap what you sow

If you don′t let go

The high rising truth

Like tears in your eyes

Will finally show

But how can I sleep

With a head like this

I grieve in black and white

While your colors still run dry

Before I write myself

Into final decimation

I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Sober empty skies

So this is the end

Of all my intent

To take life for granted like some kind of fool

I'll follow you never again

So wait on the edge

It′s all in your hands

Remember your father and his just before

We′ve all made mistakes

And there will be more

There will be more

Before I write myself

Into final decimation

I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Sober empty skies

Before I write myself

Into final decimation

I′ll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Before I write myself

Into final decimation

I'll retrace this life under sober empty skies

Sober empty skies