The Corrections Lyrics & Chords By Old English

If it's getting late
These echo days
Will soon be done
When we're redeemed, renewed
Confined, confused
And born to run away
To drier lands
Insurance scams
Will burn each part
As we rebuild, restart
Fugitive hearts
But you're making this too hard
You're making this too hard
If there's nothing you
Can hold on to
I'll lift my eyes
When i don't have to choose
We're bound to lose
‘cause you're making this too hard
You're making this too…