Dead on the land, the grass is brown
Red on the hands of holding out
Hiding eyes behind his head for a while now
While now
She's trying to be his lady
She knows, she knows It won't work out
Hiding something sharp and ready for a falling out
Falling out
Ah she, how'd it even get here, how'd it even get this far
Ah she, how'd it even get here, how'd it even get this far
Without no moving on, moving on
They don't dance
Like they used to
Like they used to
Take my hand
Because it feels good
Because it feels good
He's going to find his way out
Hiding in the wave of the winter
All eyes on Baton Rouge, he's passed out in the sea
And she's going to find him maybe
She won't
She won't
Wait for the summer
She's freezing now
While she's heading south
And they don't dance
Like they used to
Like they used to
Take my hand
Because it feels good
Because it feels good
Hey I'm thinking of ugh cashing out
You know these cards I've played
Ain't looking good right now
Hey you put me right under the table
Can't you see it on the other side
Laying down the 4 and 5
Hey I'm thinking of ugh cashing out
You know these cards I've played
Ain't looking good right now
They don't dance
Like they used to
Like they used to
Hey they're waiting on a dream
