"A Tear For Lucas" lyrics
Chat Pile & Hayden Pedigo Lyrics
"A Tear For Lucas"
On the brink
Who can know
You lived yours
High and low
But we become so
Convinced that we posses
Boundless chance
Inherent grace
And we begin to believe
That we don't live
On the edge
Of time and space
With boundless chance
And inherent grace
You once shared
The saddest thing
To cheer me up
And it haunts me
But you lived your whole life
Way past the point
Of no return
And no reply
And oh I wish I could
Hold the planet up
With my two hands
And make it right
With glad return
And warm reply
Not to say
I was around
Hurt too much
To watch you drown
All the things
Left to do
Hope what gets done
Honors you
But what I would give to be able to
Change it all
And turn around
But all there is is forward
And our memory
So I'll toast my friend
While time allows
Cause I loved you then
And I love you now
Cause I loved you then
And I love you now
Cause I loved you then
And I love you now
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- Chat Pile Lyrics
album:
"In The Earth Again" (2025)
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