: I know, I know, the doors won't close, the pipes all froze, just let it go Argue with me, I've got plenty of dishes and time, cords in a bind, knots
: Glass of gin and a folding chair Sitting out by the wading pool, chlorine blue Rush of wind passing over me Restless nights Chin up, cheer up My love
: I want you to know when i look in your eyes with every blow comes another lie you think its alright you think its alright you think its alright you
remote, any further and I'll know Pressing matters bear Through trials and time, I keep my feet right in line for flight so we never recognize Pressing matters bear
: Wide eyed and up in arms, my little brother was a solemn one He always had his quiet corner Pride of my countrymen, my little brother will be born
: Juan from Argentina, such a strange predicament we find ourselves in Baby it's a long way to South America Every option I have costs more than I've
: My messenger in disguise makes up for such short goodbyes. You can't come home again. Each time it's different. And the yards around your feet
: My love's another kind From the first morning light, I can follow along, chance to stumble and find, what turns out to be wrong And my love's another
: When I clung to you there was nothing to hold on tight with, you left me adrift Colorado, what now?
When I clung to you there was nothing to hold on tight with, you left me adrift Colorado, what now?
I know, I know, the doors won't close, the pipes all froze, just let it go Argue with me, I've got plenty of dishes and time, cords in a bind, knots
Wide eyed and up in arms, my little brother was a solemn one He always had his quiet corner Pride of my countrymen, my little brother will be born again
I want you to know when i look in your eyes with every blow comes another lie you think its alright you think its alright you think its alright you
Glass of gin and a folding chair Sitting out by the wading pool, chlorine blue Rush of wind passing over me Restless nights Chin up, cheer up My love
My messenger in disguise makes up for such short goodbyes. You can't come home again. Each time it's different. And the yards around your feet fall
Juan from Argentina, such a strange predicament we find ourselves in Baby it's a long way to South America Every option I have costs more than I've got
My love's another kind From the first morning light, I can follow along, chance to stumble and find, what turns out to be wrong And my love's another
