The Angel of Doubt - Punch Brothers

«Lights off as ever the road to sleep

Is closed for thought, you’re welcome to visit me, babe

In the meantime it’d be nice to see you

But I know you’ve been trying to keep your demons at bay

Too late we can darken the darkest rooms

To test your strength, you’re so proud of the things you’re not doing

We’ve been through this, you say you won’t do them

Like you couldn’t though we both know

You’ve done them with me babe

Well regardless it’s been nice to see you

I know you’ve been trying to keep your demons at bay

To keep us at bay

To keep me in bay"

Take me away darling family

I feel like I’m losing a thread

When I’m alone with my vanity

I go back to striving after wind

'Til I could trade our happiness for a melody

And someone to sing it with me

We’re like our lovers

We love our children

Nothing to see here

Nothing to hear, listen

We’re just pretending

We want more freedom

Nothing to see here

Nothing to hear, listen

When I first met you dear family

I had so much time on my hands

No one to question my vanity

Or keep me from striving after wind

Everything was meaningless but these melodies

That keep coming to me:

We’re like our lovers

We love our children

Nothing to see here

Nothing to hear, listen

We’re just pretending

We want more freedom

Nothing to see here

Nothing to hear, listen

It’s 4 a.

m

Our families are sleeping

We’re all alone

Our demons are hissing

«What if you’re wrong?

You might be wrong

What if you’re wrong?

You might be

What if you’re wrong?

You might be wrong

What if you’re wrong?

You might be

What if you’re wrong?

Is it all your fault?

Has it been too long?

Is this all for naught?

Are you so far gone

That you can’t get caught?

And what if you’re wrong?

‘Cause you might be

I know you think that you can keep your feelings in the dark

Calling every heart a spade and every spade a heart

Even as the dreams you’ve been burying alive

Start to dig each other up in the dead of night

Now they’re marching from the cemetery to your bed

I’m on your shoulder warning you they’re coming for your head

You’re saying «get behind me, you’re the devil’s spawn»

But listen to me, that wouldn’t make me wrong

Do you doubt me?

You doubt me

Babe I’ve been down this road a time or two before

It’s paved with intentions every bit as good as yours

Takes you away from what you wish you didn’t want

So it must be right, right?

Ha!

Why don’t you ask your family why you’re working like a dog

Who thinks he’s getting paid in credit at the butcher shop

Or you could ask the queen of the ones who got away

Who can’t remember why she chose your rival by the way

Maybe you’ve already dug yourself too deep a hole

Mining for the pretty things that satisfy your soul

A soul it sounds like I’ll be getting for a song

I hope you’re ready, you better hope I’m wrong

As I might be"