Umphrey's McGee > Songs > The Haunt > Lyrics


    Poor souls centered in the selfish earth
    How could silence for what suffers worth
    Old worms shall never reach these excesses
    Define terms to lease you to another friend.

    Probably more have been wasted
    But not within our time
    The images all have been tasted
    It settles for the night

    Poor souls centered in the selfish earth
    How could silence for what suffers worth
    Old worms shall never reach these excesses
    Define terms to lease you to another friend

    Probably more have been wasted
    But not within our time
    The images all have been tasted
    It settles for the night

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