What Good Could Ever Come Of This - Eliot Sumner

The future brings us kids and death

And forward thinking real less

But the more I think the less I know

For my purpose on this stone

I’d like to build my house inside your home

Our lives are changing quickly

As the winds are catching swiftly

Causing chaos and discure

I’m so insecure

You don’t really know

'Cause I don’t really see you

So what good could ever come of this?

So what good could ever come of this?

But I’m so immature

When I don’t really care

I don’t wanna make you choose

I don’t wanna let you go

But the more I think I’ve had enough

The more I think I can’t give up

No matter what it is I have to get handle on these fits

I feel like I’m about to die alone

I’m about to die alone

And you don’t really know

'Cause I don’t really see you

So what good could ever come of this?

So what good could ever come of this?

Oh what good could ever come of this?

So what good could ever come of this?

So out of control

Then I don’t really see

Maybe this was all a bad connection

What good could ever come in this direction

I don’t really have a home

When you’re away I’m in limbo

And I don’t need much when I’m alone

But all doors close when I say so

And you don’t really know

'Cause I don’t really see you

And you don’t wanna see me

So what good could ever come of this?

So what good could ever come of this?

Oh what good could ever come of this?

So what good could ever come of this?