Late Harvest

from mind to skin i'll never be the same again i'm strolling these streets without going anywhere trapped like a bird in a cage only me would guarantee a chance for change a glimpse of memories without love i can't do anything the end of something is not the end of everything it will be a late harvest for me keeps me wondering it makes me stay it will be a late harvest either way for years and years i had to sleep with one eye open while everybody dreamed i am broken, but i still believe in me from mind to skin i'll never be the same man while i'm still wandering in these streets, going nowhere just like a dog trying to live the end of something is not the end of everything it will be a late harvest for me keeps me wondering it makes me stay it will be a late harvest either way the end of something is not the end of everything it will be a late harvest for me keeps me wondering it makes me stay it will be a late harvest either way