Limit Does Not Exist
(walker)
eight men away
in the cotton rows
holes burning in the ground
and leather and dust
scattered in the blood
these memories were wrong
and i shouldnt be here
you brought me so
and dragged me down the tracks
and i should be here
i felt the heat
run through my fingers
and suck out a last breath
never for more thats gone
the limit does not exist
weve mistaken each other
the limit does not exist
now broken these circles
concentric no more
overlaps fading
and smoke from these holes
where life also seeps
why even try, why even try
stopped and stopped to think
you will need you still
(no one should miss you)
marked out the fragile
you can hold on still
how regret reads on
same as had done nothing
one fall is tragic
eight just a number
one fall is tragic
eight just a number
understood at the end
the limit does not exist
we struggled in vain
the limit does not exist
