Broadlyn

Well, his soul was in New Orleans And her love, that unfaithful hurricane And his gun shot the man who was in between His soul and his everything But the end will let you be And pain can set you free Yeah, the end will let you be The end will fill my veins with my father's blood And his father's tear will become my flood And I'll be the voice in the wilderness Turn the wine into water, son It's you in the mirror I was weak and you held me up It's me in the mirror You can be who you really are The cracks in your steps will be where I start The end that you leave, left in the dark And the end will let you be And pain can set you free Yeah, the end will let you be The end will let me be