Barefoot McCoy - Late Lyrics
We were raised on tips of icebergsWaiting for the tide to turnWe were made to live like fireWithout fear of getting burnedWe would like to write our futureBut we haven’t found the wordsAnd ohhhOur souls will break these stonesOur lives have made us coldWe’re told our years are fewOh, the time feels lateWe’ve been grounded with the beggarsCarving scars into the earthWe’ve been shouting for the favorsBut our world is looking hurtWe would like to write our futureBut we haven’t found the wordsAnd ohhhOur souls will break these stonesOur lives have made us coldWe’re told our years are fewOh, the time feels lateWe’re returning to the glaciersTroubled by the things we’ve heardWe’d prefer to stay foreverBut the skies are looking cursedWe would like to write our futureBut we haven’t found the wordsAnd ohhhOur souls will break these stonesOur lives have made us coldWe’re told our years are fewOh, the time feels late
