Low Spirit

I hear tolling bells in the valley I hear longing in the shadow around me I hear a scared boy, spitting in my face “Just because weu0027re rooted doesnu0027t mean weu0027re in place.” But I hear it gets easier Watching a good thing die— Thatu0027s time spilling through the cracks in my hand Iu0027m a low spirit in a strange land Oh yeah In the morning I see righteous conviction That I am someone who someone should listen But by night I see a fool in the moonu0027s glow Another Day not playing on the radio... But Iu0027ve seen what it means to be humbled To be no one, or nothing at all— Thatu0027s time spilling through the cracks in my hand Iu0027m a low spirit in a strange land Oh yeah Then I smell blood hanging thick in the air I smell the shame & the anger we share I smell the sorrow rank & unrelating Itu0027s been hard to watch the world as itu0027s ending Yeah itu0027s been hard to watch the world as itu0027s ending... & though there might be hope come tomorrow Itu0027s always just out of reach in the moment— Thatu0027s time spilling through the cracks in my hand Iu0027m a low spirit in a strange land Oh yeah Birds eye view, so weary, whiling/ Overwhelmed by darkness but Iu0027m trying/ Sky above the sunu0027s resigning/ Overwhelmed by darkness but Iu0027m trying— Thatu0027s time spilling through the cracks in my hand Iu0027m a low spirit in a strange land