Ryder Robinson Songtext
von Motherfolk

On the ropes, on the run, I doubt things are bound to change
Better days pass away, I might just be out of range
I was always too young or too old for you
I was always too dumb or too bold for truth

Cleaner slate, give me grace, whatever the hell I′ll need
Justified, sanctified, God I hope I still believe
I was always too young or too old for you
Damned or saved, it doesn't change the things I′ve done for you

For you
For you
For you


Sit me down, tied and bound, burn me up from the inside
Make me stand, if you can, God I wish that I had died
I could never be old and outgrow my youth
I was either untrained or too sane for you

For you
For you
For you

The world could wait with shame
With no one left to blame
The burden of my guilt
With nothing left to kill
To kill

For you
For you
For you
For you