waist deep, hands in the water
Two in one week, jesus im on a roll. CMNT!
"I should be calling"
This sober city run it's acts into the streets
'cause we've all taken our hits
So, run your fingers through this
It's starting to get colder and
Two stale ciggarettes and our broken park bench
Calling our name, it's calling your name.
The low hum from the radio and
eyes stareing right through me.
And will you be waiting if I ever come home
Because he's that amazing boy
With all those beautiful songs
And he's playing them outside your window.
He's right behind me now.
"I should be calling"
This sober city run it's acts into the streets
'cause we've all taken our hits
So, run your fingers through this
It's starting to get colder and
Two stale ciggarettes and our broken park bench
Calling our name, it's calling your name.
The low hum from the radio and
eyes stareing right through me.
And will you be waiting if I ever come home
Because he's that amazing boy
With all those beautiful songs
And he's playing them outside your window.
He's right behind me now.