Fillerhook - Short Quarter Lyrics

I went under the bridge for the wisdom I seek
Climbed the mountains of Ir and the timber so deep

When it takes an act of god
Maybe it's not meant to be

Felt the chill of the wind slowly kissing my check
Asked for guidance from rivers as if they could speak
This uncertainty crushes you like a disease
Then you realize it's apathy making you free

When it takes an act of god
Maybe it's not meant to be