What I Know
Norman Brannon, Jonah Matranga
The weight of days
Heavy on my shoulders, like a plague in ways
The way the fear just stays
c poison prize
Leaving lands of broken people colonized
The tired, aching eyes
We might be failures, or just unkind
Lost our way home again
We wander on, and fight with G-d
It won't be long
I still don't know how to tell if I'm that strong
If I did it wrong
Or what I want
Staying home alone or going out to hunt
c business or a front
We might be failures, or just unkind
Lost our way home again
We wander on, and fight with G-d
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Believe, believe
We're not just failures
Believe, believe
We're not just failures
Believe, believe
We're not just failures
Believe, believe
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
This is what I know
