Letra da Música: Souring - David Usher

Daylight
Mornings creeping in
Had the blackest dream
Are you souring?

And i dreamt that i wiped all the blood from your eyes
Woke up thinking i loved you, but i can't say why
So please, leave your fucking money at the door
Concede, you know you'll be coming back for more
We're all looking for gold, here

Midnight
And you inch along
Devils in the backyard now
Where it all went wrong

And i drank myself sick so i won't see you crawl
Yes, i dreamed of your beauty and watched you dissolve
So please, leave your fucking money at the door
Concede, you know we're all coming back for more
We're all looking for gold, here

And i hate that i need you, but i don't know why
And i hate that i need you, and i can't say why
So please, leave your fucking money at the door
Concede, you know we're all coming back for more
So please, leave the money at the door
We're all looking for gold
We're all looking for gold
We're all looking for gold here