I've had my hands buried deep inside my pockets You buy yourself some thread and you sewed them off And this bedroom, oh, she's a monster Swallowing our bodies and your socks
It's getting cold now Don your sweater Colder than it was this time last year Wear your soul out Keep a closed mouth The only thing between us is veneer
She dances at the edge of the ballroom Never losing sight of the door Yet somehow in the dark she got me cornered And I don't think I can fight it no more
I see her when I look out the window She stands naked in a frozen brook The space between her shoulder blades vacant Pullin' back like a fish on a hook Pullin' back like a fish on a hook
I've come to know that you're headin' north Every time the streetlights turn on Making plans with these twenty-nothin hands Relenting on a day that you'll be gone
And since it's colder And I find myself older I catch myself reminiscing on my own Truth be told to think this life's a rolling boulder So I'll hold you close to me like a precious stone
She dances at the edge of the ballroom Never losing sight of the door Yet somehow in the dark she got me cornered And I don't think I can fight it no more
I see her when I look out the window She stands naked in a frozen brook The space between her shoulder blades vacant Pulling back like a fish on a hook Pulling back like a fish on a hook
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