Story's End
I'm just glad my apple fell far from the tree
Banquet spells and cockle shells
Fire as sure as the sea
Scorpio skies
Take me by surprise
And we will see
Take my hand
Across the land
My god she will lead
You to redemption
You know I'm an exemption
My destiny is not yours
Picking on you
As if you know what to do
My freckled cheeks end up bored
Standing here
When the threat is near
You'll find nothing to do
Be alone
Let the show grow old
My time remains true
Say goodbye let my old times die
Fairweathered fool
You might talk shit
Get the brunt of it
In the name of the truth
Old friends say
That beyond the way
There's treasures to lose
Take my hand
And cross the land
My god let her through
You to redemption
You know I'm an exemption
My destiny is not yours
Picking on you
As if you know what to do
My freckled cheeks end up bored
Standing here
When the threat is near
You'll find nothing to do
Be alone
Let the show grow old
My time remains true
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Banquet spells and cockle shells
Fire as sure as the sea
Scorpio skies
Take me by surprise
And we will see
Take my hand
Across the land
My god she will lead
You to redemption
You know I'm an exemption
My destiny is not yours
Picking on you
As if you know what to do
My freckled cheeks end up bored
Standing here
When the threat is near
You'll find nothing to do
Be alone
Let the show grow old
My time remains true
Say goodbye let my old times die
Fairweathered fool
You might talk shit
Get the brunt of it
In the name of the truth
Old friends say
That beyond the way
There's treasures to lose
Take my hand
And cross the land
My god let her through
You to redemption
You know I'm an exemption
My destiny is not yours
Picking on you
As if you know what to do
My freckled cheeks end up bored
Standing here
When the threat is near
You'll find nothing to do
Be alone
Let the show grow old
My time remains true
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Till dusk
'Cuz it's cold outside
And I must
Be home tonight
And I trust
You know your rights
'Cuz she's on the way
Credits
Writer(s): Zahara Hutchinson
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