Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Marc Broussard
Came crashing in like a tidal flood
Raging hearts, flesh and blood
No flashing lights, no warning signs
Hanging on the rails with nowhere to hide
But I miss you
I miss you
It's a silent prayer by candlelight
Only scars left in this winless fight
On a winding road where we both got lost
Now we can't go back from the lines we crossed
But I miss you
I miss you you
These seasons run me down
And I see your face on the streets of this ghost town
But you're nowhere to be found
And I miss you
Just a wounded king with a crown of thorns
A frozen heart and a broken sword
These castle walls I call my home
Well you tear them down stone by stone
These seasons run me down
Still I see your face on the streets of this ghost town
But you're nowhere to be found
On an eastern shore where the wind blows cold
And the waves roll in with the lies we told
And the boardwalks dead in this one horse town
And the Ferris wheel stopped spinning around
And I miss you
I miss you