Leftmore - All These Things Lyrics

I'm always trying to write it down
And make it sound a little left alone
There's all the things that just don't fit
Inside the verse. Words, letters, ink, or pen
To finger, or hand to palm
Walk the line from thumb to spine
And close your hand in mine
And sign it all away

There's a million people with guitars
That'll play you songs that will melt your heart
There's all the things that make me bleed
Cut with knives, and blades, and leaves on trees
That root themselves to me
And all the things I lean on

Fall asleep with all the lights on
Wake up in the dark
And wonder where it's all gone
Balance on the edge of sleep
Or charge into the fray
Keep it up if you want to keep me
'Cuz I can't get away
Away, away