I know a sickness
|
So ancient and cross
|
No crucifix
|
Could ever fix enough
|
In the basement of a church
|
These people, they talk
|
There is a line
|
That must be walked
|
If you wanna make it stop
|
Then stop
|
|
I know a place
|
Where the future is denied
|
I know a hand
|
That twitches inside
|
For some of us the glass
|
Is filled with lights
|
But if the honey
|
Makes you sick
|
Honey, there is a line
|
That must be walked
|
If you wanna make it stop
|
Then stop
|
Stop
|
|
Slow down
|
You don't have to talk
|
Lie down
|
Breathe
|
Stop
|
Slow down
|
It's not your fault
|
Look around
|
There's so many of us
|
So many of us
|
You are not alone
|
Ever
|
Ever
|
Ever
|
|
Stop
|
|
Call in the backup and the backup comes
|
Nobody can help you if you won't
|
Inside your chest your heart is just hurt
|
Behind your eyes a need replaced a want
|
|
I know a sickness so ancient and cross
|
A crucifix can never fix enough
|
I know a past when the future is lost
|
I know a line that must be walked
|
|
There is a darkness and there is a light
|
And there is a choice.
|
For a balance to be made every night
|
A weakness must be found
|
If you want it to stop
|
Stop
|
Stop
|
|
-----------------
|
Stop
|
| Ryan Adams |
