Giving In Lyrics by A Thousand Falling Skies
Giving In
I've got a shovel with your name on it.
And a burial plot to bury my thoughts.
Each day the days get so much bitter.
This is no place for the weak hearted.
Drown your sorrows somewhere else.
Cause you can't call me home any
I've got a shovel with your name on it.
And a burial plot to bury my thoughts.
Each day the days get so much bitter.
This is no place for the weak hearted.
Drown your sorrows somewhere else.
Cause you can't call me home any