Gathering Sounds

[Verse 1]
Father's got a gun, wartime souvenir
I watched him cross the road, he headed south from here
Said he'd been double-crossed, got people to see
A mother and her son shot down in the street

[Chorus]
Here they come, calling your name
Nowhere to run from gathering shadows
Here they come, calling my name
Nowhere to run from gathering shadows

[Verse 2]
Father's got a gun, wartime souvenir
He left me feeling cold inside the dark for years
Now the case is closed and with passing time
Just a legacy he left behind

[Chorus]
Here they come, calling your name
Nowhere to run from gathering shadows
Here they come, calling my name
Nowhere to run from gathering shadows