Текст песни Doubts - Austin Meade

Rhythm in his head and music in his bones
Can't eat, can't sleep, it all feels cold
The only thing that can please his mind
This old seat of guitar that his father left behind

Melodies span but words are hard to find
He's staring at a blank page full of hundredth night
The thoughts in his head decloud his mind
Well, Heaven let him in or leave him behind

All this questions of salvation can leave you in a daze but back off
Your watch by his blood my friend, your debts, your debts are paid, yeah
Your doubts make no progress, you're stuck in a six-foot run
Leave your selfish thinking behind, you'll pass this dead and gone
Yeah, it's dead and gone

Your wishing well is full of pennies, nickels and dimes
But your past is empty, it's showdown time
The blind have seen and the deaf have heard
Of a great and powerful of the none that none deserve

All this questions of salvation can leave you in a daze but back off
Your watch by his blood my friend, your debts, your debts are paid, yeah
Your doubts make no progress, you're stuck in a six-foot run
Leave your selfish thinking behind, you'll pass this dead and gone
Yeah, it's dead and gone

It's dead and gone