The Guest - Geographer
My days are like a drum
That I beat on 'til
My hands are numb
I've been trying to
Get pity from the stars
But all I'm moving is my own heart
I waited hours to not know
I waited here 'cause
I had nowhere else to go
I just want someone to call my own
Meager consolation for being born
Everything keeps happening
Whether your eyes
Are closed or open
Is it a game or a burden
If there's an end
There must be a beginning
I waited hours to not know
I waited here 'cause
I had nowhere else to go
I just want someone to call my own
Meager consolation for being born