Shannon Wright - All These Things lyrics

Under the carport that has no spring

Cement floors where the creatures ring

And your mother she never calls

Says you're the cause of all her pain

But all these things don't carry camelot

Through the betrayed all these things

Don't hold form with a stout cord and chain

You are out of sorts and ready to retire

On the brink of my answer i fell asleep

For a little while