Soon Go - Frightened Rabbit

There’s someone on top of you fucking

Chuck me or I’m stuck here

Every sixth month it seems

My mind goes over matter…

I’ll soon go

I’ll be lost in the thoughts of tomorrow

And my warm heart, it will soon go home

And I won’t be cold

I’ll soon go

You admit, you admit

It’s worse this way, it’s worse with me

Work with my shit

Would you rather work elsewhere

You’ll soon go

You’ll be lost in the clutch of tomorrow

Your warm heart will have long grown cold

You won’t be old

You’ll soon go

I check for a death beneath my bed at night

I’m not scared of dying

I’m afraid I’ve lost my life

Soon go

We’re still lost in the thoughts of tomorrow

No warm heart will soon go home

So I think, therefore

We’ll soon go