All Right

Past. I’ve been covering up my past.
Loopholes and lies dressed in disguise, I’ve found my legs can’t carry me at
last.
Rage, boils in my blood.
When control is something out of reach I lose my feet I can’t even run.
So I can’t go. No, I should know it’ll be all right.
So wash these, wash these hands from filth. We both know how long time takes to
heal.
So, it’s a slow hill we climb. But in the end I know we will be fine.
So I can’t go. I should know, It’ll be all right.
Oh my love, you’ve covered my life in ways that I’ve found hard to describe.
Oh my love!
So I can’t go. No I should know.
I can’t go. No, I should know.
It’ll be all right.