Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
Nathaniel Rateliff
And it's out of breath
And it's spinning around
In love with the sound of its own voice
And its toughest skin has been stretched so thin, it's invisible to us
And if I forget will your hand be soft and guide me through it?
And above all the rest I can't seem to pound my fist in deep enough...
There is no end without you
There is no end without you
There is no sun to keep us warm in the winter
Without you
I am... I am... I am... without you