Lyrics City and Colour

City and Colour

Soon Enough

Years from now,

They will make water from the reservoirs of our idiot tempers.

Soon enough, work and love

will make a man out of you.

Through and through.

Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter,

as he walked from room to room

saying"Women are winning the tournament of hearts.

Somebody's got to lose...

" Soon enough, work and love

will make a man out of you.

Through and through.

Soon enough.