"Rough Terrain (Reprise)" lyrics

"Rough Terrain (Reprise)"

I, I can't break again
Admit defeat to my weaknesses
And you, you can't take a breath
Or yet another step back
Whoever drew the lines for how this thing goes
Couldn't have understood that some bodies, they're running cold
It's going home

And I won't explain
What you're unable to read between
And if you don't understand
Where I'm coming from
Cause you don't know
You don't know where I've been

I've been walking the streets in my fathers' clothes
And now I'm stuck and I don't like going home no more
The only safe face you found keeps standing in
And waiting for me to come to fix the holes
Cause it's getting cold

And I won't explain
What you're unable to read between
And if you don't understand
Where I'm coming from
Cause you don't know
You don't know where I've been

And I won't explain
What you're unable to read between
And if you don't understand
Where I'm coming from
Cause you don't know
You don't know where I've been


Writer(s): James Creighton, Jonathan Brucato, Scott Robert Ayotte
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