Out Of Order Lyrics – Umphrey’s McGee

Accuse me of this, trusting what did I gest?
To think or confess, silence seems to be best
Speaking of words, accepting it would be worse
And solace comes first, it forfeits here in retrieving

Every last reason for wanting of evidence
With all things beside us that line up as residence
Everything left be a waste of time
Perfect as this, to only realize a guess

Conflicts can rest, what takes precedence next?
Keeping with words, how can I be assured?
Solace comes first, it forfeits here in retrieving
Every last reason for wanting of evidence

With all things beside us that line up as residence
Everything left be a waste of time
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Umphrey’s McGee Lyrics – Out Of Order

Umphrey’s McGee

Out Of Order