Soon
Album: here's to hoping
By: The Skipperdees
By: The Skipperdees
Duration
4:12
Genres
Description
A n ode to ghosts literal and figurative, rounded out with ethereal harmonies and interwoven guitar and banjo.
Lyrics
Start a fire, let it burn my old shirts all tattered and torn that somebody else must have worn. I'm so tired of being down in the dumps on a sunny day. It makes no sense to live this way. Let it end soon, let it end soon. Images still remain of the haints living in my brain. I can feel them run through my veins. I can't stop e'er to think. The future, it terrifies me. Some days it's just so hard to be. Let it end soon, let it end soon. Every hurt we have felt will live on in the homes we build. Some times old wounds can not be healed. Resentments that I hold will add on to my shoulders' weight. I cannot be consumed by hate. Let it end soon, let it end soon.
