Tired Hands - Gatherers

It fell from heaven on an anchor

Dragged our love to the sea

I fought a wave of hesitation

To keep reminding myself to breath

The world is sinking into me and through it

It’s all too exhausting

So retreat from all the years we don’t have or carry on

There’s an old fire in your chest and it does a violent dance

I can’t keep fighting your battles when my patience is spent

What’s the point in finding balance if you never make amends

And we all die in our struggles with the same tired hands?

Put your beliefs in the ground and let your love run amok

We choose distractions over sleep

And find no answers in between

I feel defeated and bruised but I’ll learn to make do

Before I find myself as fragile as you

Knowing all these years will put you in a grave

Knowing all these years that I don’t have the heart to bear