Lyrics

I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation When I wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes The loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay Put it together, it's a strange invitation And it's a strange invitation And it's a strange invitation It's a strange invitation It's a strange invitation
Writer(s): Michael S. Simpson, John Robert King, Beck David Hansen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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