歌詞
Shadows stretching out for miles
Winter sun is reaching down the hall
The last leaves of autumn gently fall
Make it, break it, stand in line
Pay the rent with all your precious time
Did I hear you moved after he died?
Is there a place, some pretty face, that you've been dreamin' of?
Is there a trace, no not a trace of meaning, love
Paddocks like a golden tide
Roads that stretch, from someplace left behind
I've been running from that town my whole life
Is there a place, some pretty face, that you've been dreamin' of?
Is there a trace, no not a trace of meaning, love
God, what a state
To find ourselves in
An empty plate
God, what a mess
Bound together
By a mortgage and a dog, and the life that we want
Shadows stretching out for miles
Winter sun is reaching down the hall
The last leaves of autumn gently fall
