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Quartermaster

๐Ÿ‘ค Taylor McCall โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Quartermaster - Single โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 5:05
๐ŸŽต 1524 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:05 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 5672198

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Gentlemen, swords and pistols
Heading off to war whistling
Soft goodbyes for their wives
In advance, I hope you write

She was the fairest of them all
Now I'm left with her ghost
Hauntin' me in the morning hours
Early May, I brought you flowers

At the sink staring off
Coffee in me is wearing off
Such a cruel realization
The plans we made won't come to fruition

Used to sleep right through the storms
Just whiskey and me out on the porch
Looking out into this darkness
And the canvas of your face my darling

The things he'd give just to relive
The older days of his younger years
And maybe, maybe get the chance

He was quartermaster of the past
Came to warn of time, running out, he said
"Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath"
'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest
Under, under the gravestone

Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm

I used to walk these streets
Now seem distant to me
Stayed up all night
Like the bottle and glass, I'm empty

Even though it maybe temporary
I'd like to see your eyes and envy
Every second we've ever shared

And oh these walls could talk
But they're casting shadows at once
Songs of my ache and burden
That flew to the furnace
The furnace

The things he'd give just to relive
The older days of his younger years
And maybe, maybe get the chance

He was quartermaster of the past
Came to warn of time, running out, he said
"Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath"
'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest
Under, under the gravestone

Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:13.40] Gentlemen, swords and pistols
[00:17.02] Heading off to war whistling
[00:20.09] Soft goodbyes for their wives
[00:23.41] In advance, I hope you write
[00:27.62] She was the fairest of them all
[00:31.11] Now I'm left with her ghost
[00:33.54] Hauntin' me in the morning hours
[00:37.05] Early May, I brought you flowers
[00:41.07]
[00:54.81] At the sink staring off
[00:58.02] Coffee in me is wearing off
[01:01.12] Such a cruel realization
[01:03.96] The plans we made won't come to fruition
[01:08.33] Used to sleep right through the storms
[01:11.47] Just whiskey and me out on the porch
[01:14.70] Looking out into this darkness
[01:17.69] And the canvas of your face my darling
[01:21.67]
[01:27.65] The things he'd give just to relive
[01:31.09] The older days of his younger years
[01:34.30] And maybe, maybe get the chance
[01:40.65] He was quartermaster of the past
[01:44.55] Came to warn of time, running out, he said
[01:48.25] "Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath"
[01:53.74] 'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest
[02:01.34] Under, under the gravestone
[02:07.38] Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
[02:20.85] Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
[02:30.90]
[02:42.81] I used to walk these streets
[02:46.27] Now seem distant to me
[02:49.62] Stayed up all night
[02:52.03] Like the bottle and glass, I'm empty
[02:56.35] Even though it maybe temporary
[02:59.87] I'd like to see your eyes and envy
[03:03.47] Every second we've ever shared
[03:09.99] And oh these walls could talk
[03:13.78] But they're casting shadows at once
[03:19.72] Songs of my ache and burden
[03:23.72] That flew to the furnace
[03:33.99] The furnace
[03:39.28] The things he'd give just to relive
[03:42.70] The older days of his younger years
[03:46.01] And maybe, maybe get the chance
[03:52.46] He was quartermaster of the past
[03:56.33] Came to warn of time, running out, he said
[04:00.16] "Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath"
[04:05.83] 'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest
[04:13.35] Under, under the gravestone
[04:19.35] Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
[04:32.88] Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
[04:43.17]

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