Megan King: Music Samples

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

There's a tiny oven, we left it on with no flame
But who, who are we going to blame?
I lit a match to taste our shame
So sick and tired of our souls gettin by with an old man cane

So no more lies
no more vinegar wine
No more pretending
No more.. no more giving up inside.

I know this territory, but I forgot its name
So I just closed my eyes, and tried to remember how to pray...
Watched the smoke through a tear-stained haze
You know sayin the right thing, it just doesn't mean anything...

so no more lies
no more vinegar wine
no more pretending
no more, no more giving up inside...

so maybe it was you, or maybe it was me....
it's just so much harder wakin than falling asleep...