Weathered and Beaten..

Testo:

© rootshell
the stones beneath my feet
tell of a different story
the bags under my eyes
if they could only speak

forget what the weather man tells you
they're always wrong
the storm from this weathered man calls you
so stand up tall

the fog is so dense and
the river so deep
regrets fill the conscienceness
he cannot sleep

forget what the weather man tells you
they're always wrong
the storm from this weathered man calls you
so stand up tall

now i lay myself to sleep
i pray my soul to keep
now i lay myself to sleep
with this soul i'll keep on running

gotta get away

forget what the weather man tells you
they're always wrong
the storm from this weathered man calls you
so stand up tall