Tight

I heard you were shattered
I heard you were blue
So I dug up your father
And brought him over to you

From the boys still living in mother’s eyes
To the girls won over by daddy’s lies

What can I do
To prove to you
That I may be stuck here
But you can choose

Wind blows through my head
Given a choice I’d choose to be dead than let you in

Now the hard part is over
Your reputation is burned
The condition is labeled.
But your salvation was earned.

And the more you learn, the more you stand to lose
but the less you know the faster you can choose

What must I do?
To prove to you
That I may be frozen
But you can move

Wind blows through my head
Given the chance I’d rather be dead than let you in

Move your body and move your feet to move your head
You might be alive to me but to them you’re dead
“You’re my hero” she softly said
“All my friends, all my family have already left”

Could you still meet me halfway?
Meet me right here
As the memory’s lost its corners rolling over the years

Cause I know your shadow
I know all about you
Sometimes the truth is all rolled up between the two

(Lyrics copyright Christopher Stetson Wilson 2009)