Morals from Feast by Danica Bryant

Tell me if I’ve said too much
Been selfish with my words
Trying hard to be enough
But the honesty, it hurts
The bones they ache, the path I take
My passion is my promise made
And I know the right way works

Can my morals stop making a madman out of me
Can my morals stop making it so hard to be free

I say that I want it all
Reaching out with both my hands
What if I don’t get the call
The delusions are too grand
The fates agree to leave me be
So I stay chained to a broken dream
And I’m dealt an empty hand

Can my morals stop making a madman out of me
Can my morals stop making it so hard to be free
I give all my time, I give all my mind
But I go nowhere by my own design
Can my morals stop making a madman out of me

Can my morals stop making, morals stop making
Morals stop making a madman out of me

How can I be satisfied
I want the world, I wait my life
I find the feast, it’s mine all mine
I turn away and salt the earth behind me, please

Can my morals stop making a madman out of me
Can my morals stop making it so hard to be free

I give all my time, I give all my mind
But I go nowhere by my own design
Can my morals stop making a madman out of me

Can my morals stop making, morals stop making
Morals stop making a madman out of
Can my morals stop making, morals stop making
Morals stop making a madman out of
Can my morals stop making, morals stop making
Morals stop making a madman out of me

Tell me if I’ve said too much

• Indie Pop Rock
• Pop
• folk rock
• pop rock
• rolk pop
• singer-songwriter
• Wellington