the door

Needtobreathe

All the anchors of my life are buried in some other seas
All the waves are playing tricks on my return
I am not the architect I thought that I could be
Just the product of some plans drawn in the dirt

I m sick and tired of feeling like I m waiting on a sign
So, I m calling off the search to get some sleep
I ve been trying to find the bottom of a maze I can t rewind
Now I m running out of moves in front of me

Oh, and I can t worry about the weather
Oh, and I can t worry about the headlines anymore
Yeah, and I can t worry about Los Angeles
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door

There s a joy around completion, but it somehow never lasts
Long as I am still responsible to be
The answers to the questions that I don t know how to ask
And the consequence of rolling up my sleeves

Yeah, and I can t worry about the weather
Oh, and I can t worry about the headlines anymore
Oh, and I can t worry about Los Angeles
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door

Oh-oh-oh

Yeah, and I can t worry about the weather
Oh, and I can t worry about the headlines anymore
Oh, and I can t worry about Los Angeles
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door

Only you can keep the wolves back from the door