Street lights flicker and die I think it’s time to come inside It’s been a while I want to hear your pointy shoes tapping on the hardwood These empty homes we can make it good We’ve got a sleeping bag, a wind-up clock and puffy coat For most of us, ain’t a lump in our throats We were sixteen people, setting up shop, praying that a little rain would keep us here another day
Knock, yeah, knock We’re coming to the city like we never forgot it To wait for trees, the cover of leaves takes more time than we’ve got And I could drink the rain all day The roof will be ours Your hair will take hours to drain The echo of the walls makes you loud You’re welcome to shout, but up to my ears the lightest sounds will come out Now we’re just two people living in a house Our chimney throwing signs The garden growing rings And wind to carry everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
