Danswell & The Symptoms - The End

Harsh winds are blowing, it's blowing blowing me down
Dark feelings growing, now grown across my face a frown
So now it's flowing, flowing down my dirty cheeks
It's time to go now, go back out to the streets
So now we're coming down
I guess it's going round
Say something profound
But don't make a single sound
The world is spinning, it's spinning faster than the beat
And now you're holding, you're holding tightly onto me
Don't know where to go now, high winds and angry seas
Wilting on the heat, the last of our mothers trees
So now we're coming down
I guess it's going round
Say something profound
But don't make a single sound
So now we're coming down
I guess it's going round
Say something profound
But don't make a single sound

Written by:
Daniel Tanswell

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