Kym Tuvim: Listen
On The Mend
(Kym Tuvim)
ON THE MEND
Don’t you just sit there like you don’t know
Like you’re a weary passenger waiting to go
‘Cause you’re just a wildfire on the mend
There’s so much to sift through with only you’re hands
All the complicated moves, the backwards bends
If only you could keep what you could defend
Do you wonder what’s the use of getting old when you’re already tired
I follow my instincts as far as they go
Past the firewall and through the smoke
But I couldn’t see you anymore
I don’t think I’m stronger than all of your fear
And good intentions only seem to fall short here
You burned down the only way for me to go
Do you wonder how long, how long till it all falls down,
And, you’re all alone
So don’t you just sit there like you don’t know
Like you’re a weary passenger waiting to go
‘Cause you’re just a wildefire on the mend
You’re just a wildfire on the mend