The Souls of Unfinished Songs

Jared and I made this song—in a minor key, how unusual for the Happy Gland Band!—about what happens when the souls of the undead, irreconcilable songs haunt you. You can buy this song here, if that’s what you’re into.

The Souls of Unfinished Songs

A plague of red-eyed gnats 
Comes down upon me 
Drinks the tears from my eyes 
Sip, sip, sip 
Tiny feet upon my skin 
The rush of wings in the air 
All hope is gone 
For the souls of those unfinished songs 

The wings of a hundred bats 
Bring in darkness and strife 
Whipping up what I’d tamp down 
Cruel, dark, cold 
The ravens come on the wing 
From their perch of despair 
All hope is gone 
For the souls of those unfinished songs 

They hover around my ears 
Black wings beating 
Draining all hope from my heart 
Wishing they’d take to the sky 
I wish them away 
But can’t let them go 
The souls of those unfinished songs

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