Grip
Nathan Harvey
All the courage in the world, you never took your grip
All the colors in the clouds, you never could write it down
The way they hang their heads, the way they hang their heads
Turn out my eyes they're a spur in my thoughts that is holding me up in my head
You were in a day dream, I was pulling me out of my head
Though I did not see you there
I was getting sobered up again