Right In Front Of Me Songtext
von Walking Papers

It′s time to drop the anchor
Yeah, the storm is closing in
I can see it in the clouds
I can smell it on the wind

I'm floating on the black
In the back of your eyes
On an ocean of tears
Under desolate skies

But the line in the distance
Is making it hard to see
What′s right in front of me
What's right in front of me


A tornado touches down
And it grabs a hold of me
When there is no one else around
Not as far as the eye can see
So, where do you stop?
Where do I begin?
With a pocket full of rocks
I'm learning how to swim

There′s a line in the distance
And it makes it hard to see
What′s right in front of me
What's right in front of me

Unnh-uull

Now I didn′t choose
I didn't have a choice
I was drowning like a sailor
To a siren′s voice
Now you wear me around your neck
Like jewelry,
Or a promise waiting to be broken

There's a line in the distance
And it makes it hard to see
What′s right in front of me
What's right in front of me