He led you to this hiding place His lightening threats spun silver tongues The red bells beckon you to ride A hand print on the driver's side It looks
When you tire of all the bright lights Haste that?s killing and you?re willing to stay home nights When your feet are back on the solid ground Look for
How's hope feeling today Tired and sick of this place Red wine is fast At the lip of your glass Saying I'm going to ruin Everything Everything So its
What happens at home since I've gone away Needles drop soft and sharp and the leaves gently sway Low ceiling moves in and circles the bay, rain rakes
I have lightning If the stars dry out to guide me I have soft clay To knit my bones astride What a miracle they say Dark clouds gather Velvet holes Gaping
What? Stars can't fight city lights They've turned their backs on us It's true today, I saw it from the plane Aeroplanes were never built to fly Down
Rain falls, I fix my eyes Let go of the focus and I blur out all the lines Just to remember, remember Crying 'cause it's not my fault Water through my
Fast train Where do your passengers wait? What's at the heart of your engine's rage? To what smooth place at the end of the line With crackling fires
Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this How you break my heart in this cold waiting room Oh pretty girls, you're too good for this Don't let them tell
When I'm walkin' under stars I covet all the waning hours All the lonely houses stand like monuments To thieves When I'm walkin' in the dark I'm free
Are you sure you got the right number Is it me you wanna talk to tonight Everyone in town's got your number Everybody's got you pegged right Is that
Chimney falls and lovers blaze Thought that I was young Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins As numb as I've become I'm so tired I wish I was
Fluorescent lights engage, blackbirds frying on a wire Same birds that followed me to school when I was young Were they trying to tell me something? Were
Fast train Where do your passengers wait What's at the heart of your engine's rage To what smooth place at the end of the line With crackling fires
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He led you to this hiding place His lightening threats spun silver tongues The red bells beckon you to ride A handprint on the driver?s side It looks
What happens at home since I've gone away Needles drop soft and sharp And the leaves gently sway Low ceiling moves in and circles the bay Rain rakes
