Lyrics Final Hour - Eilen Jewell

Final Hour

Well these cheap white walls
Call out for a drunken scrawl
But tonight is a static screen
I don’t feel or do anything
Anything
Thirst is deep when you’re not dry
Hurts worse with a dull knife
Light me up and turn me on
Just don’t play that same old song
That same old song
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I wanna live like I’m on fire
And love starting right now
As if it were my final hour
My final hour
I prefer hell to nowhere at all
It stops and the whole thing falls
Wake me now or make me stay
Inside this empty weight
This empty weight
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
I wanna live like I’m on fire
And love starting right now
As if it were my final hour
My final hour
My final hour