Marc Scibilia More To This
Friday, February 2, 2024
1:34 PM
I've been thinking about dying
And how that's gonna be
My skin and bones give up the ghost
And I finally feel my fragile soul
And all I am falls into mystery
I've been thinking about after
And all the folks I wanna see
My neighbor says that this is it
My daughter says we'll live again
Most of the time I'm somewhere in-between
Don't the question beg an answer
Don't the song beg a dancer
Don't you dare tell me that there
Ain't more to this. More to this
I've been seeing this life different
Ever since I let you go
FragilŠµ flowers in the field
Sixty storiŠµs made of steel
Birds above and business deals below
And I've been thinking 'bout our lifetime
Like I never have before
A hundred years or a hundred days
Hundred times, no difference, babe
Promise you I want a hundred more
Don't the question beg an answer
Don't the song beg a dancer
Don't you dare tell me that there
Ain't more to this
Don't our tears beg for laughter
Promise I'll love you forever
Don't you dare tell me that there
Ain't more to this. There's more to this
