Barefoot Mccoy Late Lyrics

We were raised on tips of icebergs
Waiting for the tide to turn
We were made to live like fire
Without fear of getting burned

We would like to write our future
But we haven't found the words
And ohhh
Our souls will break these stones
Our lives have made us cold

We're told our years are few
Oh, the time feels late

We've been grounded with the beggars
Carving scars into the earth
We've been shouting for the favors
But our world is looking hurt

We would like to write our future
But we haven't found the words
And ohhh
Our souls will break these stones
Our lives have made us cold

We're told our years are few
Oh, the time feels late

We're returning to the glaciers
Troubled by the things we've heard
We'd prefer to stay forever
But the skies are looking cursed

We would like to write our future
But we haven't found the words
And ohhh
Our souls will break these stones
Our lives have made us cold

We're told our years are few
Oh, the time feels late