I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
See it's the nothingness that kills
The same food for all three meals
It's the motions of staying still
It's my breaking will on the breaking wheel
I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely in between
Of where I've been
And where I'll never be
And so with little concern for heaven
And less for hell
It's that place in the middle
Where most days I find myself
Blowing smoke out on the porch
In early march
With too much time to kill
And nothing fills
And nothing will
I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely version of me
Not who I've been
Nor who I've yet to be
Vagabonds - Liminal Space Lyrics
Vagabonds - Liminal Space Lyrics
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I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
See it's the nothingness that kills
The same food for all three meals
It's the motions of staying still
It's my breaking will on the breaking wheel
I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely in between
Of where I've been
And where I'll never be
And so with little concern for heaven
And less for hell
It's that place in the middle
Where most days I find myself
Blowing smoke out on the porch
In early march
With too much time to kill
And nothing fills
And nothing will
I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely version of me
Not who I've been
Nor who I've yet to be
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
See it's the nothingness that kills
The same food for all three meals
It's the motions of staying still
It's my breaking will on the breaking wheel
I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely in between
Of where I've been
And where I'll never be
And so with little concern for heaven
And less for hell
It's that place in the middle
Where most days I find myself
Blowing smoke out on the porch
In early march
With too much time to kill
And nothing fills
And nothing will
I need good news
I'm begging you
Bring me good, good news
I'm begging you
In the aftermath of grief
Lies a lonely version of me
Not who I've been
Nor who I've yet to be
Writer: Luke Dean
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