This Long Life (S. Storms) My soul lays bare beneath these clothes I wear to hide my skin My blood runs hot through veins of ice it's a sorry state I'm in My back is broke, my heads tore up, can't cure what's ailing me My troubled soul lays bare beneath a fate I can't foresee My ears take in the words you spoke, remembering what you said Hands reach for touch, alone again, words echo ‘round my head Birds sing outside my window Golden sun paints the floor If the light would just shine on me I'd carry this burden no more I'd carry this burden no more The bitter taste of salt upon my tongue reveals my tears The weight of my mistakes I'll bear these many long years