Doomer's Folly by Kalvin M. Madsen

A Song by Kal Madsen

Well heaven only knows that a growing heart needs space

But I’m so full of doom I hardly have room

So hold me down and cut out whatever you pick

And throw a nice part of me to the River Styx

I hear them say, a mind’s made up of blue

Is it true?

But where does that all go when it fills with you?

Well heaven only knows my heart is picking up pace

Pumpin' out parts of me like a flooding lake

Well my sky's blue

And out of place

With the Doomer's folly

Spread across my face.

So hold me down and cut out whatever you pick

'cause I’m so full of doom

I can hardly sit.

Well heaven only knows that a growing heart needs space,

But I’m so full of doom I hardly have room.

Well heaven only knows my heart is picking up pace,

Pumpin out parts of me like a flooding lake.

Low Hanging Fruit