Hot Coals
I don't feel a thing walking on hot coals
No sensitivity in a thought of war
Tried to unwind, to enjoy the good life
With the present that I hold on my shoulders's coals
And I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
Nowadays, they just wanna talk problems on and on
Whatever happened to the old fashioned, strong and silent type
What they didn't know is once you get us in touch with a feeling,
You would never keep it in once you pull the pen out
I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
Will I set you free if I let go?
Tell me, would I still be the one you want?
Even a broken clock
Is right twice a day
Even a first state law
Can't keep the thief away
It's not the type,
Soldiers, all go to hell
It's a place reserved for the twisted and evil
Now you'd ask how I feel it and I've told you that
But you're gonna torture me, slowly within
And I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
Will I set you free if I let go?
Tell me, would I still be the one you want?
I had fallen behind
I had fallen behind
I'd fallen, fallen behind
Oh, I suspect the reason I am loved,
I suspect the reason I am loved
Will I set you free if I let go?
Tell me, would I still be the one you want?
