#IWillPlayMyGameBeneaththeSpinLight #BrandNew The time has come for colds and overcoats. Were quiet on the ride, were all just waiting to get home. Another week away, my greatest fear. I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears. If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill. Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone. And we wont let you in. Though were down and out. No we wont let you in. You win, you win, you win. I wrote more postcards than hooks. I read more maps than books. Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. Every minute is a mile. Ive never felt so hollow. Im an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles. My secrets for a buck. Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. I wont see home till spring. Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing. And we wont let you in. Though were down and out. No we wont let you in. And we wont let you in. We dont want what isnt ours. We wont let you in. You win, you win, you win. And the coastline is quiet. While were quietly losing control. And were silent but sure we inventened the cure that will wash out my memories of her. The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered. The water is red. Like you, like you. And we wont let you in. Though were down and out. No we wont let you in. And we wont let you in. We dont want what isnt ours. We wont let you in. You win, you win, you win.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 01:49:14 +0000
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