Heartsounds

Lyrics

This is a spiritual decline.
An affliction of the heart, a possession of the mind,
A welcomed collapse of my head held high.
You see, these days and weeks of futile breath,
Have worn me down so that there's nothing left
And inspiration only fails me time and time again.

No, it shouldn't take a miracle to get out of bed,
But to summon the strength give me a reason to stand,
And start over again.
Show me a sign that all is healed in time,
And I'll show you ten more that suggest otherwise,
Come on and prove me right.

I've seen this vicious cycle repeat,
More pills, less soul, but at least I'm on my feet.
I'll drift through the day just to get back to sleep,
Or self-medicate my way into the arms of relief.

This is a spiritual decline.
An affliction of the heart, a possession of the mind.