Carry Me from Amateur Adventurer by Decaying Matters

Oh what counsel comes to me on this lofty edge?
Music lights my darkest hour and friends save me from myself

Carry me
I've got nothing left
All is rotting
In my care

High up in sentinels spire, pass the time telling tales
I believe in hero's power, though im not one myself

Carry me
I've got nothing left
All is rotting
In my care


I've been there and back again
Met some enemies and made some friends
Tonights the night to make amends

Every beginning was once and end
Let's see what's coming up around that bend
When in doubt follow your heart

And when we're high as a kite we just might
Have to go all night

• Folk
• acoustic
• folk
• rock
• Freedom