Broken Harvest - Madison Cunningham

Lyrics by：Madison Cunningham

Composed by：Madison Cunningham

'Round and 'round this broken rat race

I'm moving and stopping I'm window shopping

For love for fame for anything that would take me

And when I'm done taking up space

Well I'm coming home late to a dirty place

Half awake the broom the rake

Take the kid out of me

Just say the word

Just say the word and I'll give it up

The word and I'll hang it up

What do I know

What do I hold

That will not fade away

All things fade away

Where will I be

The crop and the wheat

Feast and fade away

All things fade away

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh

Putting on a business coat

For the tear in the jeans the hole in the boat

To make the burden float

To pay in full this time

When you're living on a dreamer's salary

A broken harvest feels like robbery

What do I do this for

If it's just gonna pour out easily

You've seen me there

Climbing the stairs beggin' for air

And not coming up

I'm not coming up

What do I know

Do I know

What do I own

That will not fade away

All things fade away

Where will I be

Where will I be

The fruit and the tree

Thirst and fade away

All things fade away

Fade away

Ooooh

Ooooooh

All things fade

Fade away

All things

Fade away

All things

All things fade away

All things

All things fade away

All things

All things

Fade away

All things

All things fade away

All things

Fade away

All things