Well, here’s my final serenade
Here’s a gun, and here’s a blade
Here’s a picture that I saved
For too long
Here’s my credit card and keys
And the reason I won’t find peace
Here’s a song I should not complete
For too long
Well, here’s my pride, and here’s my shame
Here’s a trophy that bears my name
Here’s all the mistakes I made
For too long
Here’s the answers I never gave
Here’s the calls I shoulda made
Here’s a substance that I crave
All along
Well, here’s my vision, here’s my aim
Here’s my address and the ones I blame
While you’re sitting taking names
I just want to belong
Here’s my lonely serenade
Here’s a gun, and here’s a blade
Here’s a picture that I saved
Before you were gone
And here’s my pride, and here’s my shame
Here’s a trophy that bears my name
Here’s all the mistakes I made
For too long
And here’s the answers I never gave
Here’s the calls I shoulda made
Here’s a substance that I crave
All along
Can you hold all my secrets?
Can we swear that we can forget?
I had lies like you wouldn’t believe
Brought to my knees
Well, here’s my pride, and here’s my shame
Here’s a trophy that bears my name
Here’s all the mistakes I made
For too long
Here’s the answers I never gave
Here’s the calls I shoulda made
Here’s a substance that I crave
All along
Other lyrics by Mumford & Sons:
Alleycat
Another red leaf drive An endless summer I was quiet, I was alright Till it pulled me under It was a photograph Before we had one another I was in pieces then Till you …
Badlands
Remember they said I was born wild I think I live on the outside Never been fixed with a slow high yet I’m always walking a thin line Running away from a low tide I …
Begin Again
I guess I should begin again I’m ready and I’m kind of relieved To shed that skin Could I persuade you to begin again? Experience is killing the way we used …
Clover
And when it’s over And the chemicals are all intact You know I adore you Never mind how I react At the end of the day when I’m broken or beat Here I am, …
Conversation With My Son (Gangsters & Angels)
Whatever could have made you So sure of yourself Whispers in a ruined house The leaves that sing with no sound There’s no flowers growing In the place where we are …