Rise Lyrics - American Music Club

The things you love don't give us too much hope 

When you've lost your appetite and you're sick and tired 

Maybe what you need is some food for your eyes 

To make them rise 

Don't tell me how to tell the truth 

You're like a store that only sells guns and knives 

Tell me how to make something beautiful 

Flash before your eyes, let them make you rise 

It only costs a buck for three tries 

Though money never buys enough of anything 

And I'm a moving target trying to shake some lead 

From your eyes, let them make you rise