My new house sits upon the clouds Right next door is the lost and found Picking fights with the ghost down stairs Turn off the lights and plug my ears
The trees are killing off in a lovely kind of way And of course I'm pleading from the porch just stay Maybe the winter will cut me some slack this year Maybe I'm telling myself what I'd like to hear
Tonight I hope I fall asleep Before my hands do I might come close to drifting off But I don't plan to
I'm viciously lonely Lost respect My best friend is the crick in my neck Sit back and stone me Toss your rocks Pretty good aim if you count head shots
I tend to spend a couple hours a day Waiting by the phone hoping there's nothing to say But I've got the feeling that my wake up call is on its way
But as my youth begins to expire I'll slowly put a little less wood on the fire But maybe it'll turn like a roll of old film Or a bottle of wine That's been waiting to spill
Viciously lonely Tossed around Most these days I'm stuck in town So come on and show me Lay it down Put the band in the deep-end And try to get loud
And all the flags are halfway down the poles So why are dogs still barking at the fireworks showTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
