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In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet
Bending there in my direction
I wrapped a hand around its stem
I pulled until the roots gave in
Finding now what I've been missing
And I know....

So I tell myself
I tell myself its wrong
Theres a point we've passed in which we can't return
I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm

All because of you
I haven't slept in so long
When I do I dream
Of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore
Where I can lay my head down
I'll follow your voice
All you have to do
Is shout it out

Inside my hands these pedals brown
Dried up fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now
I pushed my fingers through the earth
Returned this flower to the dirt
So it could live I walked away now

But I know
Not a day goes by when I don't feel it's wrong
There's a point we've passed in which we can't return
I've felt the cold rain of the coming storm

All because of you
I haven't slept in so long
When I do I dream
Of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore
Where I can lay my head down
I'll follow your voice
All you have to do
Is shout it out

All because of you
All because of you

All because of you
I haven't slept in so long
When I do I dream
Of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore
Where I can lay my head down
Inside these arms of yours

All because of you
I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings
No not the kind with halos
The kind that bring you hope
When home becomes a strange place
I'll follow your voice
All you have to do
Is shout it out.