A Maker Of My Time Lyrics - Singles - The Paper Kites

Held up here, it's a silent fear 

And this space don't take my mind 

A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake 

That I'm clothed in 

I can't see when I filled with sleep 

It's a golden dream of mine 

But when I rise with my morning eyes 

It's all spoken 

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 

Taste, the feeling of a fever soul 

All in all I need to get me through 

I still stir, such a war of words 

I'm a maker of my time 

I feeble man with a broken plan 

Oh I'm loathing 

Make my bed on the great unsaid 

And my meekness sends me low 

I stood fair, but you still weren't there 

So you've chosen 

Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 

Taste, the feeling of a fever soul 

All in all I need to get me through