Текст песни The Pain That's yet to Come - Matt Elliott

You do a great job as a muse
I′m all lost and confused
Unsure of what to do
Clawing for clues

And I will send my soul out to you
Over mountains and through woods
I'd crawl to you
Just to catch a glimpse of you

And should you hear a creaking from the floor
See a movement of the door
You know the score
I′m closer than you thought

And if you think I'm howling at the moon
Know I'm howling for you
It′s all that I can do
Just to spit and scream for you