Lyrics
Wrong place, wrong time" is a phrase I'm attached to
Chisel it on my stone Mama 'cause it has to
There's moments when strife in life eases its grip on me
There's joys I've lived unknown to divinity
I try to see the beauty in every bruise
I've been huntin' these peaks and valleys for the spooky muse
Its gift unwrapped by all is the weight of time
I can never go back and change this life that's mine
Pull me down from my mountain
Clip my wings when I'm on top of the world
Kick out the stool as I reach higher
High and low is all the same to me, girl
I can take it on, my heart is full
Spilled and filled by the well in June
So pour it on, pour it on me
Pull me down from my mountain
Clip my wings when I'm on top of the world
Kick out the stool as I reach higher
High and low is all the same to me, girl
I can take it on, my heart is full
Spilled and filled by the well in June
So pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me
Pour it on, pour it on me