Final Hour - Eilen Jewell

Well these cheap white walls

Call out for a drunken scrawl

But tonight is a static screen

I don’t feel or do anything

Anything

Thirst is deep when you’re not dry

Hurts worse with a dull knife

Light me up and turn me on

Just don’t play that same old song

That same old song

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

I wanna live like I’m on fire

And love starting right now

As if it were my final hour

My final hour

I prefer hell to nowhere at all

It stops and the whole thing falls

Wake me now or make me stay

Inside this empty weight

This empty weight

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired

I wanna live like I’m on fire

And love starting right now

As if it were my final hour

My final hour

My final hour