Jennifer O’Connor — End Of The Hall lyrics

Lyrics

At the end of the hall
The slow light creeps in Your head is against the wall
And my feet are dangling
When I think that I know something for sure
I’m usually wrong
There’s nothing here to be careful of
I’m just sick of it all
Summer’s coming
Spring is almost gone
I can feel the ending
Before I start the song
It’s almost gone
I walk down your street
And think about her
My shoes are too tight
And my fingers burn
When I get really sick of myself
I go to sleep
I stack up the magazines in a neat pile by the door
Then I sleep some more
Summer’s coming
Spring is almost gone
I can feel the ending
Before I start the song
I’ll keep running
God knows for how long
I can feel it coming
It’s almost gone