Richard Swift - Sept20 Lyrics

Calling out
Can’t Hear Your Name Gotta Get Away
Gotta Get Away
When I go
I’ll go out alone Everybody knows
I’ll be safe in my home
Death do us part Sickness and health
Made a plan
Fixin’ myself Trying not to drink From a poison well
Slip away
Asleep in my car All the angels sing Que Sera, Sera
Death do us part Sickness and health