Cosy Is Your Soul - Studio-Quality AI Music Generator by Tangra AI

[Verse 1] He was leaning on a fence post By the all‑night laundromat Boot heel on a beer can Old brimmed hat pulled down flat Said, "Son, I walk the highways Where the broken wishes fall Show me what you're hiding I can almost hear it call" [Chorus] That's the shattered things the devil brings Laid out in a crooked row Promises polished like wedding rings Catching every low light glow You trade your sleep for a shining scene He smiles as the church bell swings Yeah, the world gets bright when you start to believe In the shattered things the devil brings [Verse 2] Met a girl in Amarillo With a suitcase full of notes Every song she never finished Folded in her winter coat He said, "I know a stage in Nashville Crowds will learn your every line Just sign here in the margin Of that dream you left behind" [Chorus] That's the shattered things the devil brings Laid out in a crooked row Promises polished like wedding rings Catching every low light glow You trade your sleep for a shining scene He smiles as the church bell swings Yeah, the world gets bright when you start to believe In the shattered things the devil brings [Bridge] He walks through burned‑out bedrooms Through letters you don't send Through the job you almost started Through the call you never ring again (oh) He gathers every almost Every "maybe," every "might" Then whispers, "I can fix this" By the dashboard light [Verse 3] I met him at my kitchen table Bills spread like battle plans Coffee gone to cold and bitter Ink all over both my hands He said, "You could buy back yesterday You could outrun every lack" I saw my kids' shoes by the doorway And I pushed his paper back [Chorus] Keep your shattered things and the lies they sing I'm done with that crooked glow I've got tired hands and a faded ring But a place my feet still know I'll trade my fear for an honest seam Sewn up with the smallest strings Let the dark stay dark, I don't wanna believe In the shattered things the devil brings [Outro] So if you hear boots on the gravel And a voice like a long, low hymn Hide away your half‑broke wishes He'll go fishing with all of them 'Cause he roams this rusted planet For the dreams that lost their wings And he’s always there, when you start to stare At the shattered things the devil brings

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