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Leather Jacket
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Leather Jacket è stato pubblicato il 5 agosto 2014 da Dine Alone Music Inc. come parte dell'album High Noon (Deluxe)
5 agosto 2014
LinguaEnglish
BPM127
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Hey
Hundreds of stories, before I showed up
And they tell them to me, and pull photos up
And there I'm connected, like a pair of handcuffs
No one seemed affected, that everyone is fucked
But, there was a softness, a kind of understanding
Those two A.M. decisions, always shaky landings
And no one ever knew, what could be demanded
Maybe it's the cards, the cards that she was handed
You call me up from a pay phone
I said, hang tight, I can drive ya home
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
I offered you my dad's leather jacket, yeah
I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work
Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks
She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk
She even pulled off the stupid haircut
She said I don't need a sponsor, or the best lover
Just a man that sees me as some fixer-upper
The last few years, man, I've been running for cover
Trying to sleep so I can visit my mother
You call me up from a pay phone
I said, hang tight, I can drive ya home
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
I offered you my dad's leather jacket
When times were tough, in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere
And now you're back, and just unpackin'
Those bruised up takers, you keep attractin'
In September, when he goes off
Like some god damn, alarm clock
And he hits her, like a third shot
Conversations, she just stares off
There's no longer a voice calling when she goes out
Saying, I'll be up waiting for you
You call me up from a pay phone
I said, hang tight, I can drive ya home
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
I offered you my dad's leather jacket
When times were tough, in the worst years
We never knew how to interfere
And now you're back, and just unpacking
Those bruised up takers, you keep attracting
You call me up from a pay phone
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You call me up from a pay phone
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You call me up from a pay phone
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
You call me up from a pay phone
And I said, who the fuck uses a pay phone?
Written by: Max Kerman, Mike DeAngelis, Nick Dika, Tim Oxford
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