Tug from Outlines by Peter Doran

There are things that tug at you,
There are things that tug at me
Sometimes rightly sometimes wrong
Sometimes lightly sometimes strong

There's no burying some things I'm afraid
You won't ever dig a deep enough grave

There are ghosts that follow you
There are ghosts that follow me
Make you doubt the road your on
Pour the poison in your song

There's no burying some things I'm afraid
You won't ever dig a deep enough grave

There are rooms that lie beneath
Hiding things you should not keep
The Static for your stereo
The Cracks inside the truth you hold

There's no burying some things I'm ashamed
They will hang forever from your name

You might try to close the book
draw a line underneath
Close your eyes and never look
But you've already seen too much

There's no burying some things I'm afraid
You won't ever dig a deep enough grave
But don't you run or cry out to be saved
Just look them in the eye and show them you are brave

• Acoustic
• Indie Folk
• Irish
• RocK
• Songwriter
• acoustic
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Ireland