Uncle/Brother - In the Weeds Lyrics

Under this spell, like a fire gets hell, and the tired make haste for a selfish carousel
Dying to show some trick that you know, but it doesn't make sense if you do it alone
Oh, if you do it alone
Oh, if you do it alone

Maybe not here, can I have a volunteer? It'll fill you with joy and bring you to tears
Like the last time, you'll see, and hopefully keep 'em coming around for the better to see
Oh, for the better to see
Oh, for the better to see

This may be an act of futility
Shaking sticks at an ancient tree
I can't find enough sympathy
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds

So this spell is a curse that you learned in a hearse while you practice your death on the way to the church
And the gypsy, of course, he repeated his words: If this ain't your first, then for sure it's your worst
Oh, then for sure it's your worst
Oh, then for sure it's your worst

Because you can't avoid fate, meet this killer with faith, that you know not every day you get a chance to be brave
Take a moment to breathe to avoid the misery of the moments we keep, thank god for whiskey
Oh, thank god for whiskey
Oh, thank god for whiskey

This may be an act of futility
Shaking sticks at an ancient tree
I can't find enough sympathy
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds

This may be an act of futility
Shaking sticks at an ancient tree
I can't find enough sympathy
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds
No loss for words, just in the weeds