Somber The Drums
Somber the drums
The folks from out of town look on
Unfeeling
all alone
stuff your pockets full of stones for no one to see
Somber the drums
The folks from out of town look on
Oh really
Burned our homes
Made vapor from a garden stone for no one
Somber the drums
The folks from out of town look on
They're ready
caught alone
pick and throw your hardest stone at someone, at me
The folks from out of town look on
Unfeeling
all alone
stuff your pockets full of stones for no one to see
Somber the drums
The folks from out of town look on
Oh really
Burned our homes
Made vapor from a garden stone for no one
Somber the drums
The folks from out of town look on
They're ready
caught alone
pick and throw your hardest stone at someone, at me
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Smith, Colin Caulfield, Andrew Bailey, Benjamin Newman
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