All My Failures - Counting Crows

Addressing a prayer into the air

In the shadows of satellites

So nobody hurt loves not for words

In a world at the end of its night

Oh everyone that left me

They’re so easy to forget

Cause I haven’t let my failures hit me yet.

Your voice on the phone the blood from a stone

These tears that I can’t understand

If I could heal would give I don’t feel

Or by silently giving my hand

Well I’m sure I never loved you

That would be to fierce and too correct

But I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

It made my demon reveal its hour of living

And may he not leave me broken

May he leave me broken

So where ever I’m bound my ear to the ground

And my thoughts on there way back to you

As eternities slave, well you can write that on my grave

When I’m finished resisting its truth

While I’m shaking hands with darkness

Its where the warm wind that I admit

That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet

Yet while I’m shaking hands with darkness

It is where the warm wind that I admit

That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet