Verse
In The Murfreesboro Park
Jeremy Hurtt•
shoulders deep inside the soil
Verse 1
If feeling was a lanternAnd passion was its flameI'd bounce off every cornerLike the journey of my nameAnd if solace was a rifleWhose chamber held my needsI'd fire them toward the heavensAs I lay down with the seeds
Chorus
It's a tale of woe and toilIt's a shadow in the darkIt's a snake inside a coilSeeking motion like a sharkAs the surging swell hits boilI'm searching for a sparkLike I'm digging through the soilIn the Murfreesboro Park
Verse 2
If patience was a virtueAnd kindness paid your billsI'd still be just as hungryAnd rotten to my gillsAnd if remorse was a carriageWhose coachman sought out snowI hardly can imagineThere's a path I wouldn't know
Chorus
It's a tale of woe and toilIt's a shadow in the darkIt's a snake inside a coilSeeking motion like a sharkAs the surging swell hits boilI'm searching for a sparkLike I'm digging through the soilIn the Murfreesboro Park Elbows deep inside the soilIn the Murfreesboro Park
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