Murderous from Erma by Erma

This wicked sun sits cooking my thoughts
my soul is bleeding out
but it's the only one I've got

and I've got no shame left to wrap it up
I've just got these two hands
to catch the drops

Have you got the strength
are you 'Man' enough
for when the going gets tough

Murderous

This old neighborhood can still bend my thoughts
our ghosts hang from the trees
while the cherry blossoms drop

can still hear you say "don't drag your feet"
as I walk down Second Street
swing sets and chain link fences
rubbing our elbows and knees

You're the one that got away
because I didn't try hard enough
but I'm too scared to say it
In case your going gets tough

Murderous

• Alternative
• acoustic
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• songstress
• New Westminster