Nothing Comes To Rest

hey charlie nothing comes to rest

on the chests of those always running

and in this life i have been blessed

with starcrossed maps that kept me moving

but charles

the empty miles press

with the weight i thought i was avoiding

and how can i confess

when i know not what i am doing?

release the load

release and load again

release the load and then

hey charlies when's it gonna click?

i've been waiting all my life

for this

i'm tired of living from the wrist

and leaving all decision

to coincidence

release the load

release and load again

release the load and then