David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Song#: 1

Album
Name of Song: Our urges to make nothing of

Our urges to make nothing of,
We didn’t put them there,
So easy to convince to use
when we’re trapped within despair.

Carefully implanted,
Telepathically infused,
So when we lose all hope to win
We find ourself confused.

Allowing reactive feelings,
Then finally carried out,
Regretting sometimes later,
As guilt then comes about.

Chorus
Our urges to make nothing of,
Can be the final call,
A choice of when to use it or,
Accepting that you’ll fall.
Buried deep inside of us,
Hard to really see,
A feeling to make nothing of,
Our choice to fall or be.
______

Our urges to make nothing of,
We didn’t put them there,
So easy to convince to use
when we’re trapped within despair.

Carefully implanted,
Telepathically infused,
So when we lose all hope to win
We find ourself confused.

Allowing reactive feelings,
Then finally carried out,
Regretting sometimes later,
As guilt then comes about.

Chorus
Our urges to make nothing of,
Can be the final call,
A choice of when to use it or,
Accepting that you’ll fall.
Buried deep inside of us,
Hard to really see,
A feeling to make nothing of,
Our choice to fall or be.
______

Our urges to make nothing of,
We didn’t put them there,
So easy to convince to use
when we’re trapped within despair.

Carefully implanted,
Telepathically infused,
So when we lose all hope to win
We find ourself confused.

Allowing reactive feelings,
Then finally carried out,
Regretting sometimes later,
As guilt then comes about.

Chorus
Our urges to make nothing of,
Can be the final call,
A choice of when to use it or,
Accepting that you’ll fall.
Buried deep inside of us,
Hard to really see,
A feeling to make nothing of,
Our choice to fall or be.
______

Our urges to make nothing of,
We didn’t put them there,
So easy to convince to use
when we’re trapped within despair.

Carefully implanted,
Telepathically infused,
So when we lose all hope to win
We find ourself confused.

Allowing reactive feelings,
Then finally carried out,
Regretting sometimes later,
As guilt then comes about.

Chorus
Our urges to make nothing of,
Can be the final call,
A choice of when to use it or,
Accepting that you’ll fall.
Buried deep inside of us,
Hard to really see,
A feeling to make nothing of,
Our choice to fall or be.
______

Bridge
Urges deep inside of us,
Some are good to feel,
And some are downright evil,
That wreck your divine zeal.
_____

Our urges to make nothing of,
We didn’t put them there,
So easy to convince to use
when we’re trapped within despair.

Carefully implanted,
Telepathically infused,
So when we lose all hope to win
We find ourself confused.

Allowing reactive feelings,
Then finally carried out,
Regretting sometimes later,
As guilt then comes about.

Chorus
Our urges to make nothing of,
Can be the final call,
A choice of when to use it or,
Accepting that you’ll fall.
Buried deep inside of us,
Hard to really see,
A feeling to make nothing of,
Our choice to fall or be.
______

Our urges to make nothing of,
We didn’t put them there,
So easy to convince to use
when we’re trapped within despair.

Carefully implanted,
Telepathically infused,
So when we lose all hope to win
We find ourself confused.

Allowing reactive feelings,
Then finally carried out,
Regretting sometimes later,
As guilt then comes about.

Chorus
Our urges to make nothing of,
Can be the final call,
A choice of when to use it or,
Accepting that you’ll fall.
Buried deep inside of us,
Hard to really see,
A feeling to make nothing of,
Our choice to fall or be.
______

Our urges deep inside of us,
Some are good to feel,
And some are downright evil,
That wreck your divine zeal.
________

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