Nothing Comes To Rest

hey charlie nothing comes to rest
on the chests of those always running
and in this life i have been blessed
with starcrossed maps that kept me moving
but charles
the empty miles press
with the weight i thought i was avoiding
and how can i confess
when i know not what i am doing?

release the load
release and load again
release the load and then

hey charlies when's it gonna click?
i've been waiting all my life
for this
i'm tired of living from the wrist
and leaving all decision
to coincidence

release the load
release and load again
release the load and then