Deep All the Way Down - Matt Wilson

I should want to deliver my sound, but I fear there is nothing in my deep all

the way down

Half of the song I stole from a stranger

Half of the song I made in my head

But I won’t talk about it much more

I’m afraid there is nothing in my true to the life, deep in the dark core

On a slant I awaken at night to a twist of the keyhole and the hallway light

Devil walks to the foot of my bed, lays a hand on my notebook, kisses my head

Half of the soul I stole from a stranger

Half ot the song I made for myself

But I can’t think about it much more

I’m afraid there is nothing in my core

I believe there is something in my true to the life, deep in the dark core