We're here at T.C. Robertson where the kickstands we're going to do an original song for you
is called This Rock.
I've been holding out, trying to do without, but it's been so long with you.
Your mind is all around emanating from the ground, breaking down the walls we used to
build.
Don't let your heart sink low, there's so no way, don't look back.
Time will be your ending, you stay tall, with your back to the memories you've seen.
This through, it's on you, and it's like it's been slow, the stars still go, and maybe
smaller it's your heart that goes.
Now once good life, the dust subsides, with a heavy heart, I will let you go.
Through all the smoke and haze, we battled every day, with your ever burning glow.
You silent winter, your narcissistic killer, the guilt is all around you.
Don't let your heart sink low, there's so no way, don't look back.
Time will be your ending, you stay tall, with your back to the memories you've seen.
This through, it's on you, and it's like it's been slow, the stars still go, and maybe
smaller it's your heart that goes.
Now once good life, the dust subsides, with a heavy heart, I will let you go.
This rock's been slow, the stars still go, and maybe smaller it's your heart that goes.
Now once good life, the dust subsides, with a heavy heart, I will let you go.
I'll let you go.
Don't let your heart sink low, there's so no way, don't look back.
Time will be your ending, you stay tall, with your back to the memories you've seen.
This through, it's on you, it's on you, it's on you.
This rock's been slow, the stars still go, and maybe smaller it's your heart that goes.
Now once good life, the dust subsides, with a heavy heart, I will let you go.
I'll let you go.
