Lyrics The Pain That's Yet to Come - Matt Elliott

The Pain That's Yet to Come

You do a great job as a muse
I’m all lost and confused
Unsure of what to do
Clawing for clues
And I will send my soul out to you
Over mountains and through woods
I’d crawl to you
Just to catch a glimpse of you
And should you hear a creaking from the floor
See a movement of the door
You know the score
I’m closer than you thought
And if you think I’m howling at the moon
Know I’m howling for you
It’s all that I can do
Just to spit and scream for you