Five by Hungry on Monday Lyrics

I thought I drew the lines right
Things that I hoped to be
Dreaming so quietly
Now it’s all out of sight
Things that I hoped to see, vanish in front of me

Young boy living with his head in the clouds
Saw a world full of color with the music too loud
He looked alive, and alive he felt
He made the house with the cards he was dealt
Young man on a winding road, he’s mad at the way that he’s got to go slow
He looked so gone and he felt so cold
But he’d rather make a house with his cards then fold

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold him down save him for last
Woah, woah, woah, woah
The biggest fires still turn to ash
Woah!

Young boy lying underneath the night sky
Gazing up at the stars looking deep into his life
And in the dark, he saw the light, he saw the spark that set a fire so bright
Young man walking through an empty field
He frees all the things that he kept concealed
He lost his strength; he fell to the ground, all the weight on his shoulders was bringing him down

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold him down save him for last
Woah, woah, woah, woah
The biggest fires still turn to ash

Cause I know I’m not alone, I know that I can fight

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Hold him down save him for last
Woah, woah, woah, woah
The biggest fires still turn to ash