Matthew Good lyrics

Bullets In A Briefcase


Little fish, boat's too full, down you go
Breathing in salt and fuel, tiny gulps
Statistically it's commonplace
You're not alone
So end like this instead of shot back at home

The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place?
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase

Little man, Northern France, winter's cold
800 hours, 4,000 miles, feet alone
no one I know would even dare it
Let alone for a shanty town
Bleeding out in the shadows

The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase


Song Information

Something Like a Storm album cover

Release year: 2017

Found on: Something Like a Storm

Duration: 00:06:23

This song was briefly heard on Instagram.


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