Sanoja: Yellowcard. How I Go.

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sails
Tell you all the times that I've failed
The years all behind me the stories exhaled

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said lifes a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...flow

Son I am not everything
You thought that I would be
But every story I have told
Is part of me

You keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
My heart beats like timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...flow
Let it flow
Let it flow

Son I am not everything
You thought that I would be
But every story I have told
Is part of me
Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is part of you