Port st. willow - Tourist lyrics

Slow down Now where´s your conscience And they´ll believe you With open arms all soft and used Where the waking up is easy In the bed where no one´s sleeping A half life you can´t find It´s more than I could make you hold on to Let go Your hands are getting older It´s not your job to play the warden It´s more than I could make you hold on to Slow down Your roots are showing And you´re no orphan Stay calm Don´t bend your reasons You´ve been always leaving If you feel the weight of it For the day I get the monkey off my back I plan to be around when the gray hair Hits the floor below your knees ´´Can´t you see I´m half way back?´´