As per usual, I have no idea what is happening in this song.
lyrics
v1:
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Round & round, until only the joy remains
All hope is lost, all hope is found
We only know it's good to be standing on solid ground
pre:
We sit and wait for your return
v2:
Before we spoke, before we lied
The fire was burning so deep inside
Whatever comes, whatever goes
Whatever happened to the man that everybody knows
pre:
We sit and wait for your return
ch:
In Waco, TX 1948
Nothing ever happens in this God-forsaken place
Until they turned out the lights and opened up the gates
In Waco, TX 1948
v3:
Until the last dog has his day
Until the last priest & poet run out of things to say
We'll count our cards, we'll count our luck
We'll count out time until we realize how low that we've sunk
pre:
We sit and wait for your return
ch:
In Waco, TX 1948
Nothing ever happens in this God-forsaken place
Until they turned out all the lights and opened the gates
In Waco, TX 1948
Until they turned out all the lights and opened the gates
In Waco, TX 1948
credits
from Round 19, Week 7,
released July 30, 2018
Another iPhone joint.
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