Being Here - The Stills

We ride through

These plains of hurt

Through the Southern breathing rock

On a rail road of knots

And theres blood on the lines

Of every page I turn

When the ones you love

Are the ones you burn

Being here

Being here

Oh oh

Being here

Some one singing songs

About a girl I hurt

I’ve been everywhere enough

I’ve been torn apart by the world

But theres apples in the trees

And diamonds in the earth

I’ve been losing my mind

Somehow it can’t get worse

Being here

Being here

Oh oh

Being here

And the wind is blown and cold

And I can’t escape the tears

One for every broken bone

And a hundred for all the years

Being here

Being here

Oh oh

Being here

Being here

Being here

Oh oh

Being here