GMT - Jack Penate

I never found my way home

Being kept in the dirt like a (?)

I’m the father of the landmines and everyone corner is a mourner if the good

times

But (?)

Love lost when we stopped being dreamers

And I know I got fevers

That’s what happens when the Gods leaves us

'Cause I mention all over

Cover the scratch with a patch on my shoulder

It’s the place that used to hold you

Time travel to a love (?) boulders

'Cause I know you got saviors, and I know you can save us

(?) go leave

Even after all that we’ve been a through

'Cause I’ve built myself a mountain

The (?) fool (?)

Can’t see where I’m going

Can’t turn back no more

Living on the river like humming his

I was learning nothing to the lesson (?)

But the (?) read into amends

Face to face, which our minds bend

Oh, to show we’re in vain

Hair pull idea just to clear drains

I promise I’ll find a way

Out of the grip, 'cause women hide

I can’t see beneath the clouds, I need to find

Need to find my way back down to mean time

Mean time, mean time, oh mean time

(?) so I had to stop

Look around for the sound of the penny drop

Didn’t see you at the mirror (?)

Did the gate (?)

'Cause (?)

When you used to embalm me

All your truth in the ointments

Of (?) resembling

I could see the vision of another man

From my shoes I could pull that I understand

To live (?) miracle enough

To love the lost that liberates us

I surpassed and sweetly dissolves

Could feel the fortunes resolve

'Cause I let go glimmers of gold, the (?)

When I’m high

I can’t see beneath the clouds, I need to find

Need to find my way back down to mean time

Mean time, mean time, mean time

('Cause I built myself a mountain) Built myself a mountain

(With the hope of fool of the one) With the hope of fool of the one

(Can't see where I’m going) No, I can’t see where I’m going

(Won't turn back no more) No, won’t turn back

When I’m high ('Cause I built myself a mountain)

I can’t see beneath the clouds, I need to find (with the hope of fool of the

one)

Need to find my way back down to mean time (can't see where I’m going)

Mean time, mean time, mean time (won't turn back no more)

(When I’m high)

(Need to find)

(Need to find)

(Need to find)