Counting Crows - All My Failures Lyrics
Addressing a prayer into the air
In the shadows of satellites
So nobody hurt loves not for words
In a world at the end of its night
They’re so easy to forget
Cause I haven’t let my failures hit me yet.
Your voice on the phone the blood from a stone
These tears that I can’t understand
If I could heal would give I don’t feel
Or by silently giving my hand
Well I’m sure I never loved you
That would be to fierce and too correct
It made my demon reveal its hour of living
And may he not leave me broken
May he leave me broken
So where ever I’m bound my ear to the ground
And my thoughts on there way back to you
As eternities slave, well you can write that on my grave
When I’m finished resisting its truth
While I’m shaking hands with darkness
Its where the warm wind that I admit
That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet
Yet while I’m shaking hands with darkness
It is where the warm wind that I admit
That I haven’t let my failures hit me yet
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- Counting Crows - Coming Around
- Counting Crows - Ooh La La
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- Counting Crows - Four White Stallions
- Counting Crows - Jumping Jesus
- Counting Crows - You Ain't Going Nowhere
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- Counting Crows - Come Around
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Counting Crows All My Failures Comments
Written by Taylor Goldsmith of Dawes
he gets the bigger picture and so do the both of you morris and thereal
super song ..
While I'm shaking hands with darkness, it's with a warm wind that I admit...that I haven't let my failures hit me yet.
5 years? WTF!!!
This song is still historic to me. Love it up and down.