Lyrics Eric Hall - End Of A Year

Eric Hall

Give me a call when your marriage dissolves
Dial my phone when the family stalls
Reach out for me when you’ve nothing at all
I’ll be reaching right back with razor-sharp claws
Some things you can’t plan
Now attached to your head
Brought along my drill bit
A small hole placed in your skin:
Brains spill across your desk
Some things you can’t plan
Lips abutting your heels
Honestly honored to be here
In the presences of my fear:
Woman carrying life shared