The Summer Of The Southern Belles Lyrics

Five Minute Ride The Summer Of The Southern Belles

Reach out
Reach out
Reach out
Reach out

Sit and see the sigh that comes out of their traps
Carefully eyes watching over spectacles
Their every second they hold onto with nails
For they gasp not for relief but for their own souls

The sweet sound of sympathy you won't reach out reach out now
The sweet sound of sympathy you won't reach out reach out now
And I feel sorry for your aching souls
And I feel sorry for your aching souls

Sit and see the sigh that comes out of their traps

Because the audience knows what the entertainment does not
Spotted up in the balcony the balcony
He sees the tunnels that lead to his fate and soon learns a well kept secret

The sweet sound of sympathy you won't reach out reach out now
The sweet sound of sympathy you won't reach out reach out now
And I feel sorry for your aching souls
And I feel sorry for your aching souls

Will you listen when he offers? (x4)
When he offers (offers) (x4)
Why won't you reach out? (x3)