March 14, 202509:23:33 PM

Jars Of Clay - Work
Work




Work - Lyric



ust in case, I will leave my things packed
 So I can run away
 I cannot trust these voices
 I don't have a line of prospects
 that can give some kind of peace

 There is nothing left to cling to
 that can bring me sweet release
 I have no fear of drowning
 It's the breathing that's taking all
 this work Do you know what I mean when I say,

"I don't want to be alone"?
 What I mean when I say,
 "I don't want to be alone"
 Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
 Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations

 In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess
 of a thief On the brink of this destruction,
on the eve of bittersweet
 Now all the demons look like prophets
 and I'm living out Every word they speak,

 every word they speak
 Do you know what I mean when I say,
 "I don't want to be alone"?
 What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
 What I mean when I say,
"I don't want to be alone"

 Do you know what I mean when I say,
"I don't want to be alone"? What I mean when I say,
 "I don't want to be alone" What I mean when I say,
"I don't want to be alone" Alone, alone,
 I don't want to be alone
 I have no fear of drowning
 It's the breathing that's
taking all this work

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