Vulture Lyrics by Matt Fasullo
I’m a trade wind, searching for gold
Summer is out and I’m getting old
We’ll be alright when winter comes round again
I’m an old bed, stained through the sheets
Scrub out the worst, cover the least
We’ll be alright when someone new lays here
I’m a vulture, circling the dead
All that I found was hole to tomorrow
I’d be alright but tomorrow will come again
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Matt Fasullo Lyrics – Vulture