Make no mistake, The songs they sung
With hands guitars heart lips and tongues
At the end of the day, it’s greater than the sum
Of strings and picks, throat, fingers and thumbs
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns within
By the skin of my teeth
By the sweat of my brow
At the end of the day
All there is, is now
When the blood starts to boil
When the teeth grow long
Who shivers in the bones
Will sing this song. (8 bars)
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns
Jail my heart, the tune is sprung
From bars and keys ribcage and lungs
Mark my words, the ghosts they come
From vision and dreams, cords amps and hum
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns within
When the past catches up
An’ the future looks thin
The Wolf at the door saying let me come in
There’s a wolf at the door and he wants to come in
Not by the hair of my chinny chin, chin
Beneath the skin there’s a light that b-urns
Truth be told, the end has come
With famines and plagues, fire, wars and guns
End of the days, who’ll be ones
With nerves, backbone, voice song & drum
Beneath the skin there’s a light that b-urns
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns within
With hands guitars heart lips and tongues
At the end of the day, it’s greater than the sum
Of strings and picks, throat, fingers and thumbs
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns within
By the skin of my teeth
By the sweat of my brow
At the end of the day
All there is, is now
When the blood starts to boil
When the teeth grow long
Who shivers in the bones
Will sing this song. (8 bars)
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns
Jail my heart, the tune is sprung
From bars and keys ribcage and lungs
Mark my words, the ghosts they come
From vision and dreams, cords amps and hum
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns within
When the past catches up
An’ the future looks thin
The Wolf at the door saying let me come in
There’s a wolf at the door and he wants to come in
Not by the hair of my chinny chin, chin
Beneath the skin there’s a light that b-urns
Truth be told, the end has come
With famines and plagues, fire, wars and guns
End of the days, who’ll be ones
With nerves, backbone, voice song & drum
Beneath the skin there’s a light that b-urns
Beneath the skin there’s a light that burns within
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