Well, I'm going to take you down in the crossfire, I'm going to take you down. And there's no one in this town who's going to save you.
The girls have hired my hand to make things right, the girls have hired my hand to make things right. Well, you better put up, you better put up a fight. You better put up, you better put up a fight.
There's no more talking, there's no more talking to do.
You beat me, stirred up all my empty thoughts. Beat me, stirred up all my empty thoughts. Some crazy too, but you know it's not my choice.
Think I've got you running like a hare, I think I've got you running like a hare. My wounds have healed and I can smell your fear. My wounds have healed and I can smell your fear.
There's no more talking, there's no more talking.
The time for words has passed, the time for words has passed.
Well I'm going to take you down in the crossfire, I'm going to take you down. And there's no one in this town who's gonna save you. There's no one in the town who's going to save you.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023