Enough pictures drawn in the sand,
Of everything we wish we'd been,
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise.
Enough careless talk about giving up,
Complaining of the things we haven't got,
Why can't we stand up to the test of time?
No more, no less than all we are, all we have,
No more holding back.
So far, we've only made a scratch, knives out,
No more holding back.
We'll drag our heels on cold concrete
until it's four feet wide and six feet deep,
To forget our regrets and yesterdays.
I want to cut, cut the bind,
It's not the scissors that are dull.
It's our minds, it's our apathy and shallo goals entwined.
It's all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye.
Like Trumpets Video (MV)
Performed By: With Honor
Written by: Jack Daniel Caron, Jason Charles Aust, Jeffrey D Aust, John Michael Ross, Todd James Mackey
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Enough pictures drawn in the sand,
Of everything we wish we'd been,
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise.
Enough careless talk about giving up,
Complaining of the things we haven't got,
Why can't we stand up to the test of time?
No more, no less than all we are, all we have,
No more holding back.
So far, we've only made a scratch, knives out,
No more holding back.
We'll drag our heels on cold concrete
until it's four feet wide and six feet deep,
To forget our regrets and yesterdays.
I want to cut, cut the bind,
It's not the scissors that are dull.
It's our minds, it's our apathy and shallo goals entwined.
It's all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye.
Of everything we wish we'd been,
Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise.
Enough careless talk about giving up,
Complaining of the things we haven't got,
Why can't we stand up to the test of time?
No more, no less than all we are, all we have,
No more holding back.
So far, we've only made a scratch, knives out,
No more holding back.
We'll drag our heels on cold concrete
until it's four feet wide and six feet deep,
To forget our regrets and yesterdays.
I want to cut, cut the bind,
It's not the scissors that are dull.
It's our minds, it's our apathy and shallo goals entwined.
It's all or nothing, kiss yesterday goodbye.
Writer: Jack Daniel Caron, Jason Charles Aust, Jeffrey D Aust, John Michael Ross, Todd James Mackey
Copyright: Lyrics © Another Victory Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Another Victory Publishing