Gargoyles - Jordan Klassen

Lean in closer, my ears are stone

All I heard were the last three notes that you could sing

I’m fanning pages and counting verbs

I’m skimming words but I haven’t read a single thing

Fill my head with songs you wrote and poems you found

These gargoyles ward off my

Ghosts of tomorrow

Ghosts of tomorrow

Ghosts of tomorrow

My ghosts of tomorrow

And when you’re singing as the chorus grows

Your timbre shows that you want something I want to give

I feel it far, try to make it close

I sell my clothes, but I’m not naked as the way you live

I’ll disappoint you so just sing like you can see

Past the damning cloud press the keys and wait for me

Lay me down

Love me tomorrow

Love me tomorrow

Love me tomorrow

Love me tomorrow

I’m just swimming for your shores

Under breakers, out of body

Set a table and build a fire

I could still be at the door

Could show my face once more

Just wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow