This isn't the end,
We're just getting started.
The road stretches on, and on, and on,
We're moving again.
Sun on our skin,
And cracks in the pavement.
We'll aim for a place we've never been,
It's all what we make it, whoa oh.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
In the end.
Summer to fall,
We're wrapped up in blankets.
We're wrapped up in everything we fear,
It's all what we make it, whoa.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end.
Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive.
When nightmares' close us in.
Heartbeat, take me, away from all the troubles that I see,
Oh, it's all what we make it,
It's all what we make it, whoa oh.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end.
Oh, all I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
And all I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
Dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
In the end.
You In The End Video (MV)
Performed By: Matt Hires
Language: English
Written by: SARA BAREILLES, MATT HIRES, ERIC IVAN ROSSE, MATTHEW CHRISTIAN HIRES, SARA BETH BAREILLES, ERIC ROSSE
Matt Hires - You In The End Lyrics
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English
This isn't the end,
We're just getting started.
The road stretches on, and on, and on,
We're moving again.
Sun on our skin,
And cracks in the pavement.
We'll aim for a place we've never been,
It's all what we make it, whoa oh.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
In the end.
Summer to fall,
We're wrapped up in blankets.
We're wrapped up in everything we fear,
It's all what we make it, whoa.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end.
Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive.
When nightmares' close us in.
Heartbeat, take me, away from all the troubles that I see,
Oh, it's all what we make it,
It's all what we make it, whoa oh.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end.
Oh, all I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
And all I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
Dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
In the end.
We're just getting started.
The road stretches on, and on, and on,
We're moving again.
Sun on our skin,
And cracks in the pavement.
We'll aim for a place we've never been,
It's all what we make it, whoa oh.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
In the end.
Summer to fall,
We're wrapped up in blankets.
We're wrapped up in everything we fear,
It's all what we make it, whoa.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end.
Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive.
When nightmares' close us in.
Heartbeat, take me, away from all the troubles that I see,
Oh, it's all what we make it,
It's all what we make it, whoa oh.
All I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
All I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end.
Oh, all I am is just a traveler,
With dirt on my hands.
And all I have is dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
Dust in my pockets,
And you in the end,
In the end.
Writer: SARA BAREILLES, MATT HIRES, ERIC IVAN ROSSE, MATTHEW CHRISTIAN HIRES, SARA BETH BAREILLES, ERIC ROSSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.