(no subject)
Shake once at twelve.
Feel that current petalling through you boy.
Tap your feet at one.
Vibrate that history in the floor boards.
Swing up while the sun's down.
drive away while you still can.
All through the tip of our toes..that is when then ballroom goes out.
And in the dark we sip from our pasts while the table cloth sheilds us in.
i know youre far away baby..but im leaving the light on.
i know youre losing patience...and youre terrified of flying.
but you never know who could walk through that door.
what gets me is the wardrobe and how it looks on the closeline.
what i cant stand is how the roof makes everything look better than it really is.
sure enough she can walk down the street and fall in love counting addresses and dirty looks
what a feeling, i guess the world makes clear sense when youre pretty.
For all I know it might not matter how much i race.
But i might turn around and be rocking in a chair over a resevoir of panic.
wet with lights that never shined and songs that couldve been written but were stored away and lost.
thats how my fucking day was.
Feel that current petalling through you boy.
Tap your feet at one.
Vibrate that history in the floor boards.
Swing up while the sun's down.
drive away while you still can.
All through the tip of our toes..that is when then ballroom goes out.
And in the dark we sip from our pasts while the table cloth sheilds us in.
i know youre far away baby..but im leaving the light on.
i know youre losing patience...and youre terrified of flying.
but you never know who could walk through that door.
what gets me is the wardrobe and how it looks on the closeline.
what i cant stand is how the roof makes everything look better than it really is.
sure enough she can walk down the street and fall in love counting addresses and dirty looks
what a feeling, i guess the world makes clear sense when youre pretty.
For all I know it might not matter how much i race.
But i might turn around and be rocking in a chair over a resevoir of panic.
wet with lights that never shined and songs that couldve been written but were stored away and lost.
thats how my fucking day was.