Wreckage

you're something to look at.
your thoughts, they are fighting your skin for fresh air.
you can't give your grief back
but the price of your pain is as rich as I am
I'll take what I can get

bring me to the wreckage of all the years
so I can clean up and remind you.
take me to the wreckage of all the years
so I can walk backwards and find you

you can't hardly worry
when you don't take the time to put it out on the line.
you can't take it all back
what you left here is mine, now it's out on the line.
I'll take what I can get