The Good Company - Pushing Skies lyrics

There you made it yet you can feel a vibration there sort of wasting you made a dress with the oldest inlays all the years are gone to make you love all the years are gone to make you love You the driver me the constant fear that makes you hide you the artist you the climber with no mountain high make a living used paperbacks and fisher caps all the years are gone to make you love all the years are there to make no sound I'm tired I'm tired