Rise - American Music Club, Mark Eitzel

The things you love don’t give us too much hope

When you’ve lost your appetite and you’re sick and tired

Maybe what you need is some food for your eyes

To make them rise

Don’t tell me how to tell the truth

You’re like a store that only sells guns and knives

Tell me how to make something beautiful

Flash before your eyes

Let them make you rise

It only costs a buck for three tries

Though money never buys enough of anything

And I’m a moving target trying to shake some lead

From your eyes

Let them make you rise