A Pound of Flesh - Radical Face

My feet plow on

From light to dawn

My empty belly and my body aches

Ain’t hard to take

Next to the weight

I carry in my chest

A pound of flesh

Could never tip the scale that I’ve made

I should have stayed

But I was never wise

I hear your voices in the wind that cuts the night

And I pray to whatever is listening things’ll be all right

Oh, my boy, you’re alive

Your heart’s still beating

So don’t you mind, don’t you mind

We all drift sometimes

I can still hear your feet as you ran from the house

Knowing you won’t be back doesn’t mean that I will stop waiting

You told me then, hold me down, hold me up to the fire

But don’t you dare hold me back

Whoa…

I see your face’s in the clouds that scar the night

And I pray to whoever is listening things’ll be all right

Then today I wake up feeling easy

And find I’m on the more familiar roads

I got a darkness wrapped inside me

But now it ain’t so hard to let it go

So keep a candle burning in the window

I’m almost home