Foreign Hands - George Ogilvie

I always felt, that it was wrong

to lay my world in foreign hands

so why’d it take to long, to find

the strength to steal it back

All that I once had &

so much more, an open door

so I can finally breathe again

All this weight should lift

from every inch, that suffocates

the ways that I think

if somehow all becomes

far from misfortuned destiny

That I’ve come to believe

as the only way, to pass each day

confined to feeling so empty, until now

I see a way out, I can see the

sun on the horizon, but it’s

getting more and more distant

every time you turn & face away

I see a way out, I can hear an

echo that begs to be followed

lord only knows where it’s taking me

lord only knows where it’s taking me

Not so long ago, I seemed to think

that I had the whole thing figured out

only to find my self, trapped

at the heart of someone else

But now I finally see, the other side

& just in time, before

I let it pull me in, again

I see a way out, I can see the

sun on the horizon, but it’s

getting more and more distant

every time you turn & face away

I see a way out, I can hear an

echo that begs to be followed

lord only knows where it’s taking me

lord only knows where it’s taking me

& all new life must be

born from the ashes but I’m

more than willing to start again

& all new life must be

born from the ashes but I’m

more than willing to start again

I see a way out, I can see the

sun on the horizon, but it’s

getting more and more distant

every time you turn & face away

I see a way out, I can hear an

echo that begs to be followed

lord only knows where it’s taking me

lord only knows where it’s taking me