if she's torn

if i could tell you now

tell you how i feel

is that so hard

when i saw you

there's so much to leave

there's so much to carry around

gonna sit now

gonna sit and watch the night fall

there's nothing more

it takes your breath away

its all for you

there's so much to carry around

but if she's torn

pull another stitch from me

give her what she needs and

pull another stitch from me

it doesn't even stir now

no modestly

you just perform

you cannot burst for joy

it just takes toil

hard work and toil

can't tell her how i feel

when all you've got is company

you're sweating now

and pouring down your brow

there's nothing here at all

there's only you

there's so much to carry around

if i could tell you now

tell you how i feel

and pull in con after con

just to hear you breathe

there's so much to leave

there's so much to carry around

can't feel any better now

let your children crawl all over me

like i need to prove i don't deserve you

anyhow

there's so much to leave

there's so much to carry around