Ashes and Wine/ A Fine Frenzy

Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love worth fighting for
I'll drown in my tear storming sea
That would show you, that would make you hurt like me

All the same
I don't want mudslinging games
It's such a shame
To let you walk away

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This day's spinning circus on a wheel
I'm I'll with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips

Shut it out
I've got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

I'll tear myself away
If that is what you need
There is nothing left to say
But

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?
Reduced ashes and wine
Or are we ashes?

The great sense of passing through.

If there is anything I have realized in the short amount of years I have spent on this Earth, it is that I dont really know much... of anything. 

I have no clue why things happen the way they do or why they happen within the time it does. 

... but its a great feeling knowing that in reality, it doesnt matter. I dont have to know why anything is the way it is... I dont have to know where Im going to be in the future or who will be there with me.

Its in Gods hands.... He will direct me where to go, and decide who's going to be there for the ride. 

I have returned to the northern skies,
Where the summer had not touched
The clouds that pass above.
Oh, and I have returned to the somber grace
Of the days too early to come and too early to stay.
And I have left a million stars,
And an ocean so lightly, so clearly blue.
And I have left the warmth of the sun
And a million adventures not yet begun.

The great sense of passing through,

The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through.

Oh, for once there was beauty here for me
Under these white, northern skies.
I felt the green was blacker
And the blue was darker still.
My roots are lying deeper than I ever think they will again.
Heartache and poverty under these northern skies.

The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through,
The great sense of passing through

-Paolo Nutini