Texty: The Mitch Hansen Band. By You.

This hole in my chest has been getting the best of my life

That day in the woods
Hurt me more
Than any kind of pain
In this life ever should

Whata??s the cost?
I guess I walk around
In this empty shell
Of all that I was of myself

Who else will?
Please be still

Get up off the floor and try
Never let them see you cry
Swimming now that swans
Were meant to fly

And the chill of your touch
Never thought Ia??d miss the cold so much
Wrapped in stone felt at home
If only you knew that this hole was created by you

I cana??t sleep
Dream of you
There you are
Ita??s not true

Get up off the floor and try
Never let them see you cry
Swimming now that swans
Were meant to fly

And the chill of your touch
Never thought Ia??d miss the cold so much
Wrapped in stone felt at home
If only you knew that this hole was created by

I walk to the edge
I look at the sea
I never imagined
How easy youa??d be


You leave me
No choice
To hear your voice
I feel so free

Ita??s a difficult way
To live out each day
I wonder where
You are

Now here I come
Dona??t step in the sun
Ia??m almost
In your arms

And the chill of your touch
Never thought Ia??d miss the cold so much
Wrapped in stone felt at home
If only you knew that this hole was created by you

I walk to the edge
I look at the sea
I never imagined
How easy youa??d be

You leave me
No choice
To hear your voice
I feel so free

Ita??s a difficult way
To live out each day
I wonder where
You are

Now here I come
Dona??t step in the sun
Ia??m almost
In your arms

This hole you created is now dissipated by you