Warmer Songtext

Call me a troubadour. Call me a selfish man. Call me a grand failure. Call me the shaking hand. Let them say what they will, I will wrestle with mine. If it?s not about skill, if I won?t learn with time. I believe that there is a trembling piece of light waiting just around each corner. I believe that I might find mine tonight. Am I getting any warmer? This is what I?ve got left. It?s more than I can lose. I don?t think I can rest. Till there is nothing more to use. A hole worn right through my chest. When have I paid my dues? Things can?t always be what your heart says is true. Things won?t always be what your love wants them to. I believe that there is a trembling piece of light waiting just around each corner. I believe that I might find mine tonight. Am I getting any warmer?