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