Hemingway Songtext
von Anchor

Running out of words.
Writers′ block.
Running out of reasons.
These tired eyes seek a place to rest
From the downfalls they've witnessed.
I fought sorrow with these beaten fists. I′ve come to learn time won't heal a thing.
I've cursed the skies,
I′ve cursed the sun, for it′s been burning me alive.
Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am.
Let the sound of the earth drain the
Outside world and give shelter to my mind.